Yes! A second ‘this is’ in one day. Welcome to my freestyle topic. I am not too unashamed to admit, I am a football team bandwagon jumper!
Aaahhh, the football. As a Victorian, I’m supposed to understand it. No less, I grew up in Geelong! But I was born to a family of hippies! So I don’t! Which is odd, considering my dad played VFL for the Box Hill Hawks. But, football, it’s weird to me.
When I was a child, I went for the Collingwood Magpies and the Geelong Cats, because I liked magpies and I loved cats. That was a brief fling, more to satisfy the questions of the kids at school.
Then, in high school, I started going for Melbourne, because I played hockey for the connecting team. We even sang the same song when we won. But I only stayed at the hockey club for a year, at which point I moved to the Hawthorn hockey club and the Hawthorn Hawks football team. I figured, hey, my dad played for them, it makes sense. I even bought a scarf. This was Serious.
Then Anna told me Jeff Kennett, the scumbag who used to be Premier, was the Hawks’ number one fan. So much for that.
I thought long and hard who to move my support to. Eventually, after consideration of other family connections (my grandpa) and sartorial considerations (wearing a lot of red and black), I pitched in for Essendon Bombers. I bought a scarf again; but only one from Dimmeys. Getting realistic, you know.
Then Anna had to go and tell me that some other crap politician was THEIR number one supporter. I can’t even remember who, now. At this point, I think I realised I didn’t care all that much about football.
That was, until the Geelong Cats started winning last season. Then I realised, I didn’t give a damn about the football, but I certainly DID give a damn about the welfare of my town. My mum lives there, you understand. I visit often. Last time I was local for a Cats grandfinal was 1993, and they lost to West Coast. The town put on extra grief counsellors. I’m not joking. The entire town gets depressed when they lose, and they have a long and illustrious history of losing.
So I’m a Cats fan. I don’t care about football, but I care about Geelong. And I know it’s a bandwagon, but when it influences public happiness? I’ll be pleased when Jimmy Bartell wins prizes. I’ll sit through games on TV. I’ll tell people I’m related to Cameron Ling. I’ll run into them in cafes. Maybe I’ll even buy a scarf. We’ll see. I promise not to get a tattoo, though.