Not trying to illicit sympathy but saw the thread and probably deserved a mention as the gate wasn’t that far away.
You know what I love about blitz? You can argue and ■■■■■ and agitate but when it comes down to it everyone gets around you when something ■■■■ happens to you.
This year alone I lost my uncle, got through some pretty ■■■■■■ health issues, bought a house which was just fkn stressful and going to trade in my beloved car for one for mum as she’s being absolutely drained for family reasons. Her current cars done 300k and starting to break down. I mentioned most of this and at the least every one acknowledged and listened to my first world problems.
I made a positive thread a few years to help myself more than anything.
Sometimes I just forget this is about my footy team, and just a group of humans who care about each other on some level. Even though most have never met.
Don’t think we have any 40-something players on our list, Doe, so everything should be fine.
That reminds me of a camping trip a few years back.
A group of us blokes were all pretty hammered and decided to have a kick of the footy. I tore my hammy fairly badly (too lazy to warm up) and was out of action.
My mate kicked the footy over the side of the hill we were on and it rolled into a wombat hole (quite deeply as it turned out). Despite his protests, we forced him to retrieve it. While he was crawling through the wombat tunnel, we asked him whether he knew how wombats fended off their predators. Concerned, he called out that he didn’t. We went on to explain that they have a super hard butt bone that they use to slam against the roof or walls of their burrows, literally crushing their predator’s skull.
Watching him retreat from that wombat burrow was a thing of beauty, and for a brief moment, enabled me to forget my torn hammy.
