the red and black

being back in melbourne (even if it's only for a few weeks), i've needed to reclaim some important cultural experiences that my life in NSW lacked. one of them has been to go to the footy again. (that's the aussie rules football for those who need a translation)

i've barracked for essendon since i was 6 years old, when i found out that brad from next door went for essendon. brad was 16, hung with the tough kids on the street, and he did up my dragster for me so i could ride with them. some things never change.

anyway, today i went to the game with some of my family (carlton supporters). and i went beserk. i yelled out all kinds of abuse at the umpires (yellow maggots), told the dons players to 'man up' [cunt] (i didn't actually drop the c-word 'cos i was trying to be good around kids) and to 'just kick the fucking football!' i cheered when a free pass went our way and whooped when we scored goals. it was ace!!

and part of me wonders if all the yelling and the screaming and the whooping and the jumping that you do at a football match actually affords you the means, the rest of the time, to be pretty chilled out, enjoy life, have some style and some substance, like most melbournians seem to. almost like an opportunity to let off some socially acceptable steam and then carry on, sir.

or maybe it's got nothing to do with it, and i'm just a tom-boy who swears like a fucking trooper.