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Me? I don't know how I will react on Sunday. I'll be out on the banner no doubt, so probably won't want to display too much emotion in the full view of everyone.
I will think of the hard times this club has had. I will think of the crap you always used to cop for being a Swans & 'GayFL' fan. Of the meeting of the 12 VFL CEOs to see whether they should pull the pull on the Swans back in 1991.
I will think of the Edelsten days when a day watching the Swans was akin to watching "Its a Knockout". The Swannettes in their feathers, "Show em Sydney" after goals, giant monsters & motor cars & everything driving around the field at half time,the big crowds we got the. The whole razzamattaz & glam of everything! I will then think of how short that false dawn really was. And how the club was sold to the VFL for $10.
I will think of what it was like to expect to lose each week, & of the undescribable joy we experienced in 1993 when we beat Melbourne after 27 losses in a row. I will think of a troubled child who only grew under the almost fatherly love of one Ronald Dale Barassi.
I will think of the long away trips in buses & planes to support my team. Trips then more often than not led to dispair frustration & stress. Standing in the rain all alone outside Football Park fighting off tears watching my bundle of 20 flags fall into a mud puddle against Port. Chucking a sickie from work to ensure a banner was in Adelaide then bolting onto a plane to see a game against the Crows. Then seeing us get absolutely murdered in the first half.
I will think of when I hitched to Melbourne for the St Kilda game at Waverley in 1996, being dropped off at the Wagga turn-off, walking 18 km to the next town then collapsing at a servo, before waiting for 4 hours for the Cheer Squad bus to pick us up.
I will think of getting a police escort out of Football Park after the Port final in 2003.
I will think of the massive come back against Brisbane that set the standard for the year 2005-that of the last quarter come-back.
I will think of the car trips south with "Air Hately". Of 4am starts from his place at Glendenning. Of arriving at Waikerie in SA at 530pm the same day. Of arriving at the MCG & Carlton just before the first bounce with little or no sleep. Of driving off from the town of Balranald WITHOUT Boofhead only to get a desperate phone call from said person that he actualy wasn't in the car. I will think of the dopey grin he gave when we came back to get him.
I will think of watching games in 38 degree temps in Wagga or 1 degree temps at Waverley. Of sitting through downpours in Sydney Melbourne Brisbane Adelaide & Perth just to support my team. Of driving through a thick snowfall in Yass when we played Geelong in 2004.
On Sunday I might think of all of these things. I might think of none of them.
How will you react when that flag gets raised on Sunday?
JF
I will think of the hard times this club has had. I will think of the crap you always used to cop for being a Swans & 'GayFL' fan. Of the meeting of the 12 VFL CEOs to see whether they should pull the pull on the Swans back in 1991.
I will think of the Edelsten days when a day watching the Swans was akin to watching "Its a Knockout". The Swannettes in their feathers, "Show em Sydney" after goals, giant monsters & motor cars & everything driving around the field at half time,the big crowds we got the. The whole razzamattaz & glam of everything! I will then think of how short that false dawn really was. And how the club was sold to the VFL for $10.
I will think of what it was like to expect to lose each week, & of the undescribable joy we experienced in 1993 when we beat Melbourne after 27 losses in a row. I will think of a troubled child who only grew under the almost fatherly love of one Ronald Dale Barassi.
I will think of the long away trips in buses & planes to support my team. Trips then more often than not led to dispair frustration & stress. Standing in the rain all alone outside Football Park fighting off tears watching my bundle of 20 flags fall into a mud puddle against Port. Chucking a sickie from work to ensure a banner was in Adelaide then bolting onto a plane to see a game against the Crows. Then seeing us get absolutely murdered in the first half.
I will think of when I hitched to Melbourne for the St Kilda game at Waverley in 1996, being dropped off at the Wagga turn-off, walking 18 km to the next town then collapsing at a servo, before waiting for 4 hours for the Cheer Squad bus to pick us up.
I will think of getting a police escort out of Football Park after the Port final in 2003.
I will think of the massive come back against Brisbane that set the standard for the year 2005-that of the last quarter come-back.
I will think of the car trips south with "Air Hately". Of 4am starts from his place at Glendenning. Of arriving at Waikerie in SA at 530pm the same day. Of arriving at the MCG & Carlton just before the first bounce with little or no sleep. Of driving off from the town of Balranald WITHOUT Boofhead only to get a desperate phone call from said person that he actualy wasn't in the car. I will think of the dopey grin he gave when we came back to get him.
I will think of watching games in 38 degree temps in Wagga or 1 degree temps at Waverley. Of sitting through downpours in Sydney Melbourne Brisbane Adelaide & Perth just to support my team. Of driving through a thick snowfall in Yass when we played Geelong in 2004.
On Sunday I might think of all of these things. I might think of none of them.
How will you react when that flag gets raised on Sunday?
JF
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