For once in my so far wonderfully fruitful and enlightening FourFourTwo blog life, I might – MIGHT – just transgress into that realm of seriousness that I have shown a complete obliviousness of thus far.

The catalyst for my Optimus-Prime-like transformation?

Partly my night out yesterday that resulted in me getting to sleep at about 8.30am causing me to tire to the point that I just can't whip out those Roger-Moore-as-Bond-inspired cliches.

But also the fact that I engaged in a rather interesting conversation with my old man (who is a cross between Austin Powers and Les Murray) about the conspicuous absence of supporters at the SFS over the weekend, reflective of a wider problem for Frank Lowy and co.

In short, logical deduction brought us to the point where we agreed that the A-League was non-existent as a spectacle – football or otherwise - and that as such, its rather uninspiring nature really isn't much of a lure for more than the odd bandwaggoner and occasional fan.

Translation: People don't want to pay for parking, tickets and the inconvenience of a trip to Moore Park just to see Bobby Petta (particularly when Rocknrolla and Quantum of Solace are both at the movies).

Apart from listening to Paul Trimboli chuckle his way through pre and post-match analysis on Fox Sports (I've never seen someone smile and half-laugh so much when talking about the tactical nuances of Frank Farina...)

Given the A-League's arguably understandable lack of on-pitch appeal during its formative years, one wonders whether certain steps need to be taken to attract the more discerning potential fan from going out of there way to watch Sasho Petrovski 'in action'.

I could probably sit here and list the sorts of steps that were suggested before my dad and I moved onto a fascinating chat about how casinos basically screw everyone over through simple mathematics (I was particularly disgusted during my late night visit to Star City that morning – a word of warning: it isn't anything like the casinos on Ocean's 11, and staring at the pokies instead of staying at a girl's party is NOT good advice).

But that would make it too easy for all of you (And the reasons no doubt vary between the various disciples of the football church).

I know one of my earlier blogs posed similar questions but the subject of discussion this time around – the quality of football itself and its existence as a product – is quite different.

Oh and is it just me, or has Charlie Miller actually PUT ON weight?