This afternoon in a riveting game of AFL football, my beloved 16th placed Melbourne plays 17th placed Greater Western Sydney. If you’ve ever read my bio, you would know that children have stolen my love of football. I can only surmise my team has chosen to be accommodating by being as lousy as possible during my hiatus.
The game is playing live this afternoon, I will attempt to watch but since I now have the attention span of a goldfish (3 seconds if you’re interested) this will be a challenge. I would change teams but there was an incident during the mid 80′s when I was lured over to Richmond by an older sister. My father called me a turncoat until I cried and came back to the fold.
So I wish them luck today. I might not be as glued to the television as I once was but deep down I still care. Perhaps not as much as these $15 dollar jeans and $10 beanie I picked up from K-Mart (umm Kmart have we met?!) but you get the drift.
Are you a sporting tragic? Did kidlets take your love of football?