Church fetes, markets, street stalls, even op shops.
Take a wander and you'll see them.
Hand Knits
Scarfs, beanies, booties, mittens, jumpers, cardies.
All skilfully hand knitted or knitten, or knatt by learned practitioners of this time honoured craft.
Pearl, plain, fairisle.
Each stitch a masterpiece of fusion twixt needle and yarn.
Plyed by grey headed, blue rinsed artisans who are dying to be thrown back into the trenches to contribute, show their worth, and defy the erroneous notion their time has come and gone.
And league you're in the position to change that perception forever.
Come on Andrew.
Can the contract with contempory manufacturers with their arsenal of man made fibres and call to arms the grey army to craft comfy cosy handknits for all sixteen teams.
Look at the benefits... no more image damaging friction between players whose body heat has been constrained and constricted to boiling point in breathdefying synthetic togs.
No longer will autograph hunters and post match backslappers recoil in olefactory horror at their heroes sour curdled wretched stench.
A hundred minutes in light weave free breathing merino and our young champs will come up smelling like roses.
If not wool mix.
For goodness sakes league, swallow you're pride and lets get back to involving the community in our wonderful game.
This great nation was founded on the sheep's back.
League, don't be knitwits, give fleece a chance!

I'm Billy and I'm boiling.