Written on Grand Final day 2009
It's ironic, but during Hawthorn Football Club's Hey Day in the 1980's I couldn't have cared less about football. My brother David was really into it, going along to games - he could tell you anything you needed to know (and still can). We lived within walking distance of VFL Park (Waverley). We were usually on top of the ladder in those days, yet it was all very 'boring' to me.
Fastforward to the naughties and I am a footy tragic through and through. I organise my social life around when the Hawks are playing, I pay extra to get the sport channel on Foxtel and even if the game is shown with a 30 minute delay, I have to watch the live scores on the internet. Just can't help myself! I don't physically go to the games, mainly because I have young kids, but I'm an indoor girl - would much rather sit on my couch with the heater on than brave the elements, and you really take your life into your hands these days on Melbourne's rail network.
Today was the 2009 AFL Grand Final. We had a family BBQ here and watched the game. We had all decided to barrack for the Saints, seeing as Geelong have played in the GF the last two years running and St. Kilda had not won one since 1966. It's funny how one week you can barrack your heart out for one team and then hope like hell they get thrashed only 7 days later.
It's a bit like watching a National Geographic wildlife documentary when one week they're featuring a seal and you hope the seal catches and kills as many fish as possible to survive, but the next week they feature the polar bear and he has to catch a seal to survive and you find your allegiance is now turning towards the polar bear - "Yeah, Poley (that's his nickname) - kill that seal! Yay"
The Saints got beaten today which was disappointing, but hopefully they'll make the Grand Final next year and the Mighty Hawks can totally annihilate them! :)
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