I haven't been to the football since about round 3 this year, mainly because I can't handle seeing my team get beaten. It hurts. We get beaten a lot.
I had a feeling that things might go our way, but at the same time I was steeling myself for yet more pain. And so it was with glee that I watched as the Mightys flogged the hapless, disinterested Cats and farewelled a veteran of the team, John Barker.
Forgive me for crowing, but the opportunity is so rare these days.
Oh, did I mention my three companions are Geelong supporters?
And in an attempt to salvage the friendship that I have just gone a significant way to shredding by my blatant bragging, congratulations to Sophie and Virginia on five years of Governmentally-unrecognised bliss. X.
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