The Doggies have showed how to break a premiership drought and, after 57 years of despair and pitying looks, Dees fans can dare to dream
I was five years old when my parents packed a bag with colouring books, crayons and snacks and took me off to my first footy game at the MCG. The colouring books were left unopened, crayons remained in the packet and dad was mildly astonished that his young daughter was captivated by the footy. It was 1995, the beginning of my admiration for a tall Irish man named Jimmy Stynes and the catalyst that renewed my family’s allegiance to the Demons. An allegiance that is just as strong in our locked-down Melbourne homes.
Footy for me, has always been about the stories and the narratives that run parallel to and intersect people’s lives and community experiences. Sure, I do love a good deep dive into statistics, determining exactly how those extra four contested possessions made all the difference. I am particularly good at forming multiple hypotheses about the motivations for magnet shuffling, and I can tell by the look in a player’s eye that they forgot their lucky socks that day.
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