Cats Pyjamas
Debutant
As a supporter who has felt a lot of pain over the years, yesterday hurt me more than any other game ever has. I'm not even sure why. Maybe it was the fact we were overwhelming favourites. Deep down I probably thought we just had to turn up to win and was in complete shock when it became obvious that we weren't going to.
Yesterday was the first time I had ever left a game early. I usually hate those supporters who do that but I just couldn't handle it any more. I sat through the first half becoming more and more agitated that we weren't converting our dominance around the ground into goals. When Hawthorn piled on all those goals in the 3rd quarter, the big group of Hawks fans around me got louder and louder.
I sat there in silence, shellshocked with my stomach churning. I prayed for a miracle in the last quarter but when the margin got to six goals at around the 15 minute mark I felt physically ill and couldn't watch any longer. I ran to the car and drove the 8km home at about 100km an hour. I just had to get out of there.
I turned the radio on as I was parking the car at home just in time to hear the final siren and found out the margin. I haven't had the TV or radio on since because I just don't want to know about it.
Now I have to turn up to work tomorrow and cop an almighty bagging from everyone. What will annoy me most won't be what I cop from the Hawks supporters, they deserve to be happy. It's the idiots whose teams didn't make the grand final who will take great delight in getting a rare opportunity to kick a Geelong fan while he's down. Oh well, hopefully I'll be over it in a few days. Bring on 2009.
Yesterday was the first time I had ever left a game early. I usually hate those supporters who do that but I just couldn't handle it any more. I sat through the first half becoming more and more agitated that we weren't converting our dominance around the ground into goals. When Hawthorn piled on all those goals in the 3rd quarter, the big group of Hawks fans around me got louder and louder.
I sat there in silence, shellshocked with my stomach churning. I prayed for a miracle in the last quarter but when the margin got to six goals at around the 15 minute mark I felt physically ill and couldn't watch any longer. I ran to the car and drove the 8km home at about 100km an hour. I just had to get out of there.
I turned the radio on as I was parking the car at home just in time to hear the final siren and found out the margin. I haven't had the TV or radio on since because I just don't want to know about it.
Now I have to turn up to work tomorrow and cop an almighty bagging from everyone. What will annoy me most won't be what I cop from the Hawks supporters, they deserve to be happy. It's the idiots whose teams didn't make the grand final who will take great delight in getting a rare opportunity to kick a Geelong fan while he's down. Oh well, hopefully I'll be over it in a few days. Bring on 2009.