Give me a call if you know what's going on in the A-League because it's got me stumped.
When a centre-back turned temporary centre-forward teams up with a championship 'reject' to take your team back to a six point lead at the top of the table - and this at the expense of last season's double winning, all conquering Bling - then things are back to front.
Isn't it fantastic? Isn't it weird?
We could put that result down to Rini Coolen's brilliant management skills but something else is afoot in the league that is both exciting and healthy.
I don't want to suggest Rini's not a genius because he obviously is - but so was Lavicka. Last year. Ok, Vítezslav probably never had to deal with losing his three best attacking players in one match and may not have sent Stephan Keller up front to win the game for him. Rini did, and Cornthwaite and Ramsey put Sydney out of their misery for this year. The die-hard smurfs may disagree but I don't think they'll be worrying the single-celled organisms that will arrange the finals fixtures.
So, we have last season's wooden spooners clearing out at the top and last year's champions looking for rocks to crawl under and panic-buttons to push. We have the success-factory that is Melbourne Victory struggling to score, the much-loved Fury winning friends (if not games) with daring, attacking football, Gold Coast rising from the dead, the Jets attacking from the backline, Perth Glory doing a very fair impersonation of a team with bi-polar disorder and - maybe this is the strangest of all - the Mariners playing exciting football under Graham Arnold. Add a sanctioned pitch invasion then tell me this not just some strange hallucination.
Or don't. Let me enjoy it.
What a wonderful and delicate thing the A-league is. One week it's dying and the next it serves up some of the most exciting, bewildering and heart-stopping football that you could witness anywhere in the world.
No, I'm not saying that our technique and tactics can rival Barcelona. Yes, I am saying that the bedevilled structure of our league and the questionable reality of the salary cap have combined to make the A-league one of the most unpredictable - and therefore interesting - competitions on the planet.
Right now Adelaide are the beneficiaries of this reality. But if your team isn't then just hold your breath and wait for the wheel to turn. Unless you're a Glory fan and they don't sack Mitch, your time will come.
Right now Adelaide has a plethora of stars. The mighty Hugene walks the goal square like a Titan. Cassio, Mullen, Cornthwaite, Reid, Sergio, Flores, Leckie, Ramsey.....you can name almost any Adelaide player this year and they're firing. But next week? Who knows. We can be grateful for the bye to let our injuries heal.
Still, Flores could be a long-term casualty and that will tip the balance. Or will it? Dodd has time to get fit - and fit back in. Barbiero hasn't played a game for us this year. Confidence is soaring.
There's really only one thing that you can bet on safely this season, and that's that things will change. Some teams will find form while others will lose it. Stars will fall while failures will rise. The despised will become loved and the loved will face lonely nights.
As an Adelaide fan I'm loving this moment but I'm not holding it too tightly. I don't need to. In the topsy-turvy world of A-league football there is only one sure thing. That I love my team. Year in, year out.
