Breaking the drought
After 44 years, Geelong has finally won a Grand Final, and in stunning fashion with the largest margin ever in a grand final. Having followed them for 40 of those years, before changing religion as a symbol of commitment to my move to Brisbane, I was really glad to see this, even though it was too late for me to be part of it.
I did feel sorry for the Port players though. Usually, playing a Grand Final, even on the losing side, is a big positive achievement. And usually, after a crushing defeat, you can give the winners a quick handshake and head for the dressing room, before dealing with your sorrows in whatever mode you might feel appropriate. But the losing side in a Grand Final has to stay on the field for a seemingly endless series of ceremonies. The victorious captain and coach did their best to be gracious (unlike some previous incidents) but the Port players looked as if they would rather be anywhere else.
The other negative feature was the barrage of Liberal Party advertising, for which we all paid, (not only for the ads themselves and the TV time, but for the public employees who appeared on behalf of the Coalition. Having a real election campaign clashing with the football finals would be mildly annoying, but this is far worse.