I never seem capable of expressing the extent of my love for AFL.
It elicits an emotional response from me that I never experience in anything else. I think it's because it helps me to tap into my childhood feelings and memories more easily than anything else. When I'm at game, I lose my usual calm and collected demeanor and I scream and curse with the angriest fans. It's probably cathartic for me and it definitely helps me to relieve some stress.
Going to games that don't involve the Hawks are also usually better for me as it reduces my passion levels and lets me enjoy the spectacle of the game itself.
That is when there is actually a spectacle there to be enjoyed.
I went to the finals game between the Swans and the Blues.
It was possibly the worst finals game I have had the personal misfortune of attending. The game was over after about 15 minutes as the Swans overwhelmed the Blues and the game died a slow death over the next two hours.
Thankfully, there was a group of Melbourne boys sitting in front of me. They had flown up for the match to the support the Blues and the shift of the game against them led to a stream of abuse being hurled towards all the Swans fans in the area. Most of the Swans fans laughed it all off as "banter", but the hatred in the eyes of the Melbourne boys spoke of this as being far more than a mere joke.
It made for excellent viewing.
It elicits an emotional response from me that I never experience in anything else. I think it's because it helps me to tap into my childhood feelings and memories more easily than anything else. When I'm at game, I lose my usual calm and collected demeanor and I scream and curse with the angriest fans. It's probably cathartic for me and it definitely helps me to relieve some stress.
Going to games that don't involve the Hawks are also usually better for me as it reduces my passion levels and lets me enjoy the spectacle of the game itself.
That is when there is actually a spectacle there to be enjoyed.
I went to the finals game between the Swans and the Blues.
It was possibly the worst finals game I have had the personal misfortune of attending. The game was over after about 15 minutes as the Swans overwhelmed the Blues and the game died a slow death over the next two hours.
Thankfully, there was a group of Melbourne boys sitting in front of me. They had flown up for the match to the support the Blues and the shift of the game against them led to a stream of abuse being hurled towards all the Swans fans in the area. Most of the Swans fans laughed it all off as "banter", but the hatred in the eyes of the Melbourne boys spoke of this as being far more than a mere joke.
It made for excellent viewing.
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