Champ
Oh look, the Asian Women’s Handball Federation Championship yesterday.
Guess who was in Group A.
It’s our old pal Hannah Mouncey!
I thought rugby was Hannah’s sport, but no, handball is Hannah’s real favorite.
I have always been a handball player first. It’s the one constant I’ve had in my life from the age of 18 up until now, almost 30, and all the changes that have happened in between. As much as I’ve tried to get that across, it has somehow always got lost in the media’s obsession with football and the mainstream sporting codes.
I played football last year in Canberra with my mates, just to enjoy it. This year, with Darebin in the VFL, it became a bit more serious but while I’m still aiming for the AFLW draft in October, there’s an event not long after which in many ways holds more personal significance.
After three years, I’ll finally be representing Australia again.
I’ve been selected in the Australian women’s handball team for the Asian Championships in Japan at the start of December.
Let’s have a big round of applause for brave Hannah.
Ray Liotta’s looking well for his age.
Winning!
Slight correction.
Please do not confuse Rugby (union), or Rugby League with our great Australian Game; it was a women’s AFL team Mouncey wanted to join. The AFL has stood firm so far, but I feel the dam wall will break soon.
A quick look at that footage, and Mouncey immediately stands out by dwarfing everyone else there. One woman is roughly as tall, but far less muscular. Every frame of mouncey’s appearance reads as male.
Well, in my mis-spent youth, I was captain of rugby at a Welsh agricultural college, which may or may not be relevant: but it is disgraceful that this person, whatever they think they are, should be allowed to play as a woman. I should have thought that they themself (?) would be embarrassed to do so, but apparently not.
It is also appalling that the selectors should choose this person, or that the other members of the Australian women’s handball team should want him, sorry, them, on the team with them (that is, in this case, the other members). The picture reminds me of the video of Boris Johnson, on a visit to Japan, playing rugby with some ten-year-old boys, and charging one of them down, putting his shoulder in, and sending the boy flying. Being Japanese, the boy endured it all without a whimper — which did not of course make what Boris did any better.
Looks like an elbow right to that woman’s breast. That must have hurt.
I know, you’d think they’d be embarrassed, wouldn’t you. I guess that’s ‘vantage number 672 of woke trans activism: what would be shame transforms into Woke Glory.
But then that should wake all these other fools up to what it is they’re promoting and protecting so ferociously: this enormous man flinging women around like rag dolls.
Depending on the equal opportunity laws and rules in play, they may not have any choice.
And they have to grin and bear it to avoid getting in trouble with Big
BrotherSister.