Thursday, October 05, 2006
- Even though I've lived in Victoria for nigh on 8 years now, my heart belongs in Western Australia.
- I love AFL.
So, obviously I was pretty pleased about the weekend's result. So much so that I cried when the final siren went. I didn't want to, but the combination of pride, alcohol, adrenalin and the preservatives in the cocktail franks made me do it.
I'm not ashamed to cry a few relieved tears of happiness.
It was a better scenario than last year, when I cried tears of sorrow caused mostly by the 17 glasses of bubbly I'd drank throughout that forsaken heartbreaking battle of sadness. At that time I was in a pub in South Yarra surrounded by Sydney fans. And I lost my voice from shouting. And then I got even more drunk, on oversized cocktails, to the point where I vomited in the toilet of a pub I can't even remember, accosted people on the tram who were wearing West-Coast paraphernalia and made 'friends' with them and then had a memory blank of about four hours. One of the best nights I've had, actually.
But this Grand-final was much, much sweeter.
Px
This doesn't apply to Collingwood or Carlton, however. Supporters of these sides seem to have had their status bequeathed upon them via some unavoidable genetic link.
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