I takes a mighty big man to admit to a mistake.

And although I'm quite short for my height, that is what I'm prepared to do.

Last week, here, at this time, I lambasted the league for failing to inform the football public as to who would be singing at the 2004 Grand Final.

I didn't mince words, I pulled no punches, for that is not my style.

However, after boiling, before the last sizzling syllable had softened to a serene simmer, we received a report that yes the League had announced it's September serenader. It was to be Broadway award winning Antipodean entertainer, Hugh Jackman.

Good choice, great pipes, nice guy, know his missus.

But that is neither here nor there.

A mistake was made.

And I will admit categorically and unreservedly, that

Andrew, you made it!

Why wasn't the announcement screaming and streaming from the League website, which incidently loads slower than Gabbo ran.

No mention.

Why not capitalize on Mr Jackman's high profile hosting role and subsequent gong, at the recent Tony awards?

The world was watching!

"Hugh beauty!!" you could have bellowed;

"We've got him!!" but no, not a peep.

Why no sneaky leak to over-paid, over-fed, over the top, over there hyphenated gossip gabblers whose syndicated sqwarking would have guaranteed the league colossal coverage - front-page, prime-time!

League.
You missed the boat. It's sailed. You're left standing at Dill's Dock in a footy fog hanging on to a sodden streamer you forgot to sling at the steamer!!

And how did WE find out?

A listener sent an electric mail to tell us it featured for a couple of pars in her local rag in Warranambool.

Come on Andrew.

Grass roots is all very well but next time you've got a big announcent to make for goodness sake hire a publicist, call a press conference and leave the League's carrier pigeon in it's cage.

I'm Billy and I'm boiling.