....because only booze improves with age.
I don't fight, anymore.
But sometimes my fists clench up with rage.
I don't cry, anymore.
But sometimes the sky gets cloudy....
I arrived at the ground just after half-time yesterday - running late due to some other footy commitments in the morning. Missus and three kids were there - yesterday was the last game we would be attending together in Melbourne for what could be a very, very long time (ever?) as next week I am again out with other footy commitments and in a couple of months we are moving back to WA.
As the Hawthorn onslaught continued, and we barely gave a yelp, the worst thing was - for me - I honestly wasn't all that upset. I am used to the beatings, and just, well, kind of accepted it. The excitement of 2005 and 2006 is gone. We are an ordinary team, with players who really were not prepared to lay it on the line. We can talk about tall forwards all we like, but yesterday I watched the forwards we do have continually bring the ball to the ground - all you want as a coach! - but the Hawthorn players then waltzed away with it. When it hit the deck in the Hawthorn forward line, my goodness, they swarmed all over it...and we watched them.
Talk about structure. Talk about 'bigger bodies'. Talk about game plan. Talk about whatever you like. When we cop a beating like that - or like the one against Melbourne...or against West Coast, or against (insert opposition team name of choice!)....basically it is time for the players to have a look in the mirror.
I wont be able to go next week - the last home game whilst I am living in Melbourne. And right now, I am not even bothered by that...maybe that makes me a fair weather supporter, but that is the way I feel about it right now.
I don't fight, anymore.
But sometimes my fists clench up with rage.
I don't cry, anymore.
But sometimes the sky gets cloudy....
I arrived at the ground just after half-time yesterday - running late due to some other footy commitments in the morning. Missus and three kids were there - yesterday was the last game we would be attending together in Melbourne for what could be a very, very long time (ever?) as next week I am again out with other footy commitments and in a couple of months we are moving back to WA.
As the Hawthorn onslaught continued, and we barely gave a yelp, the worst thing was - for me - I honestly wasn't all that upset. I am used to the beatings, and just, well, kind of accepted it. The excitement of 2005 and 2006 is gone. We are an ordinary team, with players who really were not prepared to lay it on the line. We can talk about tall forwards all we like, but yesterday I watched the forwards we do have continually bring the ball to the ground - all you want as a coach! - but the Hawthorn players then waltzed away with it. When it hit the deck in the Hawthorn forward line, my goodness, they swarmed all over it...and we watched them.
Talk about structure. Talk about 'bigger bodies'. Talk about game plan. Talk about whatever you like. When we cop a beating like that - or like the one against Melbourne...or against West Coast, or against (insert opposition team name of choice!)....basically it is time for the players to have a look in the mirror.
I wont be able to go next week - the last home game whilst I am living in Melbourne. And right now, I am not even bothered by that...maybe that makes me a fair weather supporter, but that is the way I feel about it right now.
