this week is reconciliation week and the weekends fixture was the indigenous round to celebrate the outstanding contribution indigenous players have made to our great game. the first match, pies vs swans i believed would go the pies way after their victory over the cats... but i was to be mistaken, but not the guest tipster because he had pencilled in the swans and a good call at that.
this round not only celebrates the indigenous players but also actively promotes zero tolerance to racism. and rightly so. too many players in the past have been sledged because of their origin and colour of their skin. i for one can empathise having been subjected myself to the never ending stream of questions, mostly curious in nature but nonetheless really by todays standards and etiquette now considered bad manners. i love the sun and the sun loves me. i could go out in the shade and i will still become darker such is my genetic constitution. in fact i was asked by the wife of a retired politician why i was so dark. such ignorance. and of course i was stunned to be blatantly asked that question while taking part in official school business on the cocos keeling islands...that is absolutely true and my colleague had to pick her jaw up off the ground in disbelief...and that is coming from an adult.
friday nights match was soured by a racial slur from a young collingwood supporter caught up in the heat of the moment. it was stupid and offensive and on all accounts i was expecting something far, far worse. however, that is not the point and the buck should stop there. i admire adam goodes and i admire his empathy for this young girl in need of re-education. although no excuse, she is young and foolish and i for one am glad i am not a celebrity because i can confess to have done and said many stupid and silly things myself (usually with a benny hill twist)...apologies to my sufferers but hey i will not live for regret....
and now to the game. the game that i attended with son number two in tow and the cats supporter i had been harbouring. i had already prepared son number two for defeat not that i am a pessimist but i was just being a realist. we are yet to reach the class of geelong. we are yet to have played long enough together that they would know where their team mates were if they were blindfolded. and it was difficult sitting there watching all those behinds. and yet even though there was not a huge discrepancy in the statistics there was in the style of play, the strength and committment to the ball. thank goodness 62 points did not become a huge blowout and thank goodness i had mistakenly left my mobile at home. i was imagining a log full of texts from catman. but being smart i left him with his mates to become distracted by booze. fortunately one of them was one of us...good on ya ivan for having to put up with pussycat man. and thanks pussycat man for not rubbing it in!!!
and although i didn't enjoy another defeat the weekend was about to take a turn for the worse with the kangaroos letting go of what seemed like a wrapped up defeat. OMG pussycat man and i were staring at the TV in disbelief. i for one was uttering words which my boys should have not heard. frigging damn you CROWS for your comeback and knocking us out of the eight...*&*&*&%*(&%%(*&(#@#@$%$& and damn you media for carrying on yet gain and printing another sensational headline...pretenders??? well as far as i am concerned that is pretty harsh. take a reality pill journos and write about PORT as they truly are... a young team rebuilding with potential for better things to come, that is far more accurate.
well at least i can say i did not slump into footy depression. instead i went out gal shopping with catman's wife. instead of feeling sorry for myself and buying everything in sight i encouraged her instead. the test of my footy resilience was truly remarkable viewers because i made it out of the shoe shop without having purchased the two pairs of boots i had tried on even though i loved them, truly, truly loved them. how is that for a show of strength? and like my team even though they were defeated again i shall not succumb to spectator defeat and become a misery guts complaining about all the mistakes they made and all the goals they missed. they can watch the replay and see it for themselves. and just like mistakes no matter how bad they may seem if you learn from them that is where the true education lies. already the young girl has apologised, she will certainly learn from her mistake lets just not keep reminding her about it. let her learn the lesson and move on...
and one last thing... my guest tipster mr. reid wasn't so hot , five from nine, at least six could have been respectable. i have a funny feeling though about his son number two with the amount of damage he wreaked in my household. i wonder whether pussycat man had in fact been training him to actively destroy a POWER fans' house, surely not?... but just kidding. after all he is a child and children can be easily forgiven but not so for adults who should know better...just like the second collingwood fan caught on camera, now that really is a shame and totally unacceptable...
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