Funny the things one remembers. I was at the last home game of the Fitzroy Lions, Brunswick oval,1996........what a strange, depressing and surreal experience it was.
Shitty meat pies, could not get a beer to dumb the nerves, and wasn't even a big crowd.
Probably did not help, we had all shared a monster Doobie of terrific ganja, before we got there, but I had not been to a match of this proportion before.
Only went to the MCG once, thanks to my com-padres, nearly got in a fight in the stairwell.
My Housemate was a footy chick, (yes, they exist) would have screwed any member of the team she supported, had to drag her away from a "confrontation" with a behemoth opposition supporter,
and his buddies, to.
Got slugged in the jaw for my trouble, but, I broke up the debacle, I learned.
Drunken football fans, of any code, or sex, should be treated with utmost caution.
Shitty meat pies, could not get a beer to dumb the nerves, and wasn't even a big crowd.
Probably did not help, we had all shared a monster Doobie of terrific ganja, before we got there, but I had not been to a match of this proportion before.
Only went to the MCG once, thanks to my com-padres, nearly got in a fight in the stairwell.
My Housemate was a footy chick, (yes, they exist) would have screwed any member of the team she supported, had to drag her away from a "confrontation" with a behemoth opposition supporter,
and his buddies, to.
Got slugged in the jaw for my trouble, but, I broke up the debacle, I learned.
Drunken football fans, of any code, or sex, should be treated with utmost caution.
