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Re: 2016 Grand Final Revisited
I'm another one who left early and now wished I hadn't. Next time, I will definitely stay.
I walked to the train station in the morning. My dad passed away five years ago, and it dawned on me that an old mate of his was a Bloods supporter. I sent him a text saying "(Since dad isn't here to do it...) CARN THE SCRAGGERS!! Hope it's a great game, but we get the right result! Also hope you and the family are all well" and he replied, "Thanks DOTW, been thinking about your dad a lot, these past few weeks. I'm hoping that the Doggies win a close, hard-fought game." First tears of the day. Forwarded it to my sister. More tears from her.
I met a friend for breakfast on the Yarra and walked with the hordes to the ground, getting more and more swept up in it.
The game itself is a blur. I sent my husband a text at 3 quarter time telling him I couldn't take it and I was going to hide in the toilet for the final quarter. Toward the end of the fourth, it dawned on me that the cheers squad were signing Sons of the West. My well trained Bulldog pessimism screamed, "Don't start singing, the siren hasn't gone yet, we could still lose!!!" Then the siren. I was just breathless. I watched the presentation then high tailed to the opposite end of the ground to find my sister.
I have a beautiful photo of the moment my sister and I embraced that day. It still makes me tear up.
I'm another one who left early and now wished I hadn't. Next time, I will definitely stay.
I walked to the train station in the morning. My dad passed away five years ago, and it dawned on me that an old mate of his was a Bloods supporter. I sent him a text saying "(Since dad isn't here to do it...) CARN THE SCRAGGERS!! Hope it's a great game, but we get the right result! Also hope you and the family are all well" and he replied, "Thanks DOTW, been thinking about your dad a lot, these past few weeks. I'm hoping that the Doggies win a close, hard-fought game." First tears of the day. Forwarded it to my sister. More tears from her.
I met a friend for breakfast on the Yarra and walked with the hordes to the ground, getting more and more swept up in it.
The game itself is a blur. I sent my husband a text at 3 quarter time telling him I couldn't take it and I was going to hide in the toilet for the final quarter. Toward the end of the fourth, it dawned on me that the cheers squad were signing Sons of the West. My well trained Bulldog pessimism screamed, "Don't start singing, the siren hasn't gone yet, we could still lose!!!" Then the siren. I was just breathless. I watched the presentation then high tailed to the opposite end of the ground to find my sister.
I have a beautiful photo of the moment my sister and I embraced that day. It still makes me tear up.
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