Last day of holidays...

Well after a massive hiatus after our overseas trip, I seemed to have developed writer's block for a few weeks, as I just couldn't come up with anything as good as what I had just been lucky enough to experience.
Thankfully, these holidays have got me going again, and although the content isn't as exotic as I'd like it to be, it is what has been happening.

Being a devotee of the Richmond football club, it hasn't been great being so starved of success since our last flag in 1980. Not only have we not won a flag since then, we have been perennial cellar dwellers and at times the laughing stock of the AFL. Nonetheless I have tried to fly my Richmond flag proudly for the past 35 years, often at the expense of relentless ridicule from friends and colleagues.

So how good has it been for the past two and a bit years now that the team is actually winning more games than they are losing!!

As I was in Melbourne for a few days last week with lots of time on my hands, I took the opportunity to go down to Punt Rd and watch Richmond train, then went to the game the next night with my son Will and one of his mates.
Although not overly confident of our chances, as experience has taught me to expect everything and nothing when following the Tigers, it was great to see us get up and win in what was an extremely ugly game of football.

 A good crowd already assembled to watch training at Punt Rd.

 The boys going through some drills.

I left the task of buying some good seats to Will, as the forecast was for terrible weather, and he didn't disappoint!

And the best part of the night, hearing the song after the game!!!!

It was a great night, not just because I got to watch them train and really soak up the atmosphere, but because I was there with one of my boys and one of his mates, and we had a great night regardless.

It was funny though at one stage during the last quarter when the rain started coming down.

We decided to head to the bar behind us which was out of the rain and have a beer, and the group of blokes we were next to had obviously hit the bar a lot earlier than us!! 

They were all probably in their late 50's, but to just listen to their banter was hilarious. The best comment we heard was when one of them yells out to his mates "What quarter is this?"

They were well and truly oiled and were having a big night, but they were harmless and very funny to watch and listen to.

A great night and a great result.