What an awesome weekend! The Swans won. My team, my boys, … they did it. They won. I was so stressed out for most of the day. It has now become a bit of a tradition to watch the Grand Final at my Weagle loving friend’s house. There were many Hawk supporters there (including my first born who decided to become brown and yellow supporter on the day!) , but a friend’s daughter and I are true Blood supporters. My my. How anxious we felt in that last quarter. My darling Kangaroo supporting partner took the primary parent role – which was in the children’s best interests in that last quarter as I flew my arms around firstly in despair, then hope and finally wild celebration. I was shaking for quite some time after the game. So emotional. So excited. Jumping up and down screaming like I was a child on a trampoline. Singing the team song & Lou Reed’s Perfect Day. After all the excitement died down, as I arrived home I actually started to feel sick - my body physically overwhelmed by the emotional rollercoaster of the afternoon.
Today I soaked it all in. Watching as many AFL shows as I could on free to air TV basking in the glory of their victory. ‘Twas a perfect day. ‘Twas a wonderful weekend. Cheer cheer the red and the white!