I didn’t want to feel like this. For so long I’d been disciplined, reminded myself of the hurt, told myself that it wasn’t worth the pain, even uttered that most unsavoury of sayings for a Tigers’ man: “Maybe we’ll come ninth”. But it has been harder and harder to resist. There are only so many times that you can utter “what’s going on?” and “we are not really a good team” when they keep winning games. Unfortunately, love conquers all.
Deep down, I know that I shouldn’t have, but once the words have come out, there is no putting them back. Saturday evening, having tracked most of the game on the “live scores” bit on the AFL website, I mumbled those most dangerous of words: “we could make the finals this year”. Straight away, I knew I shouldn’t say it. But it happens every time. I’m a hopeless romantic at heart…. the optimism has to come out eventually.
The signs are good. We’ve won games without Gaspar, without Richardson (and with Richardson not playing huge parts), for the first time since about 2001, we’ve got a ruckman who is able to dominate games, and we are playing to a game plan; albeit an often unattractive one. It is a sign of the demoralising effect from years of ineptitude that making the finals would be an awesome achievement. But maybe, just maybe, this might be the year for it to happen….
Richmond 14.8.(92)
def.
Port Adelaide 6.18.(54)
its utterly confusing… there really isn’t any logic to our team now is there!!? however that buzz of a possible finals ‘fever’ is starting to itch! we should go to a game very soon,(while we are winning…before it’s time to get flogged by 100 or so) you up for it? i’ll have to check the calendar but im pretty certain we can make a match before it’s all over.
well geoff, it appears that that askimet gizmo is not everything its cracked up to be.
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Tim
thanks for the heads up Timothy.