Last year, I was up at 6.30am to haul my aching head and queasy belly down to the Scholars Lounge (oh how you would love and loathe it!) to watch the Saints vs Geelong in the grand final. The pub was packed by 7am.
In the end, I think I would have to back my dad's assessment of the thing... Geelong have been THE dominant AFL side for the past 3-4 years, and for them to win 2 out of three was somehow fitting. But Lady McLaughlan and I were texting one another "like mad things that texts alot" right through the final quarter, before the Saints finally went down by 12. We both shuddered to think how you would have faced the day. Probably at colquhouns, probably messsy.
Its a new season now, and I am hoping against hope that the boys finally figure out how to avoid "snatching defeat from the jaws of victory". Although with Riewoldt out for an unknown break with a torn hammy, the job just got a whole lot harder.
Still, if the Blues can do it after sacking Fev, surely a side like the Saints can learn that there's is much more to football glory than just one man up front. Even a freak with an amazing boot.
The Saints will always have a special place in my heart... right beside my very own blueboys.
And its all your fault ;-)
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