I'm a bit the same. Still have the white line fever once the siren goes but outside of that I look at things much more rationally.Regardless of who the oppo is, when the game starts my love of the club and what it used to stand for kicks in big time and I absolutely f****** hate losing, but 2 hours later I'm over it and I can't remember the last time I lost any sleep over a game in the koch/hinkley era.
The above aside, even though I have been retired for quite some the memory of the so called fruit tingle barrackers in my last workplace, those of the mouth breathing dickhead variety with their K-Mart beanies and scarves which were kept hidden in their desks and hadn't ever been worn in action because they had never been to a f****** game of football in their lives let alone stand on the mound on a freezing cold and wet day to support their team, carrying on after a tingle victory over Port like they had just woken up alongside Jennifer Hawkins or Brad Pitt.
Losing again to those muppets would mean absolutely zip to that campaigner kokhead, as to a clown like him it's just another game, but I'm of the opinion the aim should always be to f*** them backwards and sideways, bury them in their own sh*t, and then p*ss on their gravy!