grrrr or purrrr

I took the potential tiger in our house to the footy for the last qtr a few weekends ago.  We inherited some tickets this week so we set off to see how far through a whole match we could get.  We lasted just into the last quarter.  And, I can’t believe I am saying this, I was ok with having the excuse to leave.  Usually I would stay until the final siren - win or lose.  But 100 points down, and in the middle of a very large flock of stinky pies supporters (actually they were all quite nice as far as collingwood fans go), I was content to pack up our bags when the little one said ‘let’s go home’ for the 10th time.

Sad to see they couldn’t dig deeper for Joel - he deserves a grander send-off.  Did you know they have a mobile TAB van at the MCG - what is the world coming too?   I have such fond memories of Dad taking me to the local footy, pestering him for money to buy a drink or a hotdog, and scouring the crowds for cans to squash onto our feet and clunk around in.  Probably with boys from the central school who I would later in life have massive crushes on but was never brazen enough to do anything about……..