Half way through the final quarter, I found myself composing this post; something along the lines of... there are winners and there are losers. Then I had to stop because the dogs scored another goal and it all started looking tense again. However the mighty blues prevailed, and can I just say that winning is really fun.
I worked out today that I haven't been to the footy in about three years. The last match I attended was probably the one in Adelaide on the way to central Australia. It wasn't a winning game but I remember we played chess in the tent afterwards as it rained outside. Didn't feel like going to the footy while I was pregnant or while Grace was little. And last year there was too much possibility of losing. I don't like going to the footy when Carlton losing seems like a done deal. I'm shallow like that. But this year, Grace loves going over to nana's for the afternoon and I don't mind having a break from the incessant demands for Boobah or the emotional rollercoaster, complete with roll on the ground tantrums, that is being two. Especially when winning is a possibility. Did I mention that I was shallow? But oh, it is so good. Go blues!