Always Hawks
Debutant
- Sep 30, 2013
- 130
- 402
- AFL Club
- Hawthorn
Make sure you get all the Easter Weekend boozing and schmoozing with all your "friends" and "family" who don't follow the Hawks (and your mrs) well and truly done and dusted by Sunday night - you'll need all of Monday completely clear.
8.45am: it's going to be a long day so get started with the breakfast of champions - 3 fried eggs on toast with tomato sauce, crispy bacon and a tall glass of freshly squeezed OJ
9:00am: settle down on the couch in front of the Samsung HDTV and slap on the 2008 Grand Final DVD. Allow yourself to be serenaded by the dulcet tones of McAvaney and Cometti as they call ... "TO BATEMAN, HARD RUNNING, CAN KICK A GOAL...", "Rioli brilliant here, ABSOLUTELY BRILLIANT RIOLI ...", "Now Dew, could kick this, AND HE HAS, HE'S HAD THE BEST 5 MINUTES OF HIS FOOTY LIFE ..."
11.16am: "THAT'S WHAT I'M TALKING ABOOOUUUUUUUUUUUUUUTTTTTTTTT"
11.25am: get yourself a bit fired up and on edge by watching one of the many Kennett Curse / Geelong v Hawthorn 11 game winning streak videos on YouTube.
11.30am: crack out the 2013 Preliminary Final DVD. That's right, time to re-liveTHE PRESSURE applied by the unbeatable and insurmountable PURPLE HAZE one of the most intense, spine-tingling, heart-wrenching games of footy ever played (looking back, how many of you can HONESTLY say that you didn't think we were gone at 3/4 time?)
1:35pm: as Hill snaps a goal and you know that the final comeback is on in earnest, start to fire off a few SMS/emails/BigFooty posts to Geelong supporters about how, no matter how many games they might have won, WE ALWAYS WIN THE ONES THAT MATTER.
1:42pm: "BURGOYNE, TO PUT THEM IN FRONT, HE DOESN'T MISS, HE'S KICKED 3 ... HAWTHORN BACK IN FRONT."
2:15pm: throw on some Hawthorn gear - old school Crawford #9 or Dunstall #19 jerseys recommended - and head over to the train station to meet your mates.
2:35pm: join in the Hawthorn theme song breaking out on the train, preferably on the Belgrave/Lilydale line as you cruise past Glenferrie Oval.
2.50pm: arrive at the G, take in a bit of the Easter spirit and try to out-do Jesus himself, but fail dismally when instead of turning water into wine, you turn 20 of your hard-earned into 2 Carlton Mid-Strengths and a lukewarm pie ..
3:15pm: soak in the atmos at the greatest ground in the world as both teams run out
5:25pm: "BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO" as Ducky McDuck Duck gets another free kick, then "BREUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUST" as the champ crumbs one and kicks a goal to level the scores
5:48pm: With the Cats leading by 3 points and a minute to go, Suckling gathers on the wing and kicks it in looooooonnnnng towards CYRIIIIIIILLLLLLLLLLLL!!!!!! PLAYS ON AND SNAPS A GOAL!!!!!!!! HAWTHORN IN FRONT!!!
5:49pm: Glance up to the Channel 7 commentary box where Bruce has to be PHYSICALLY RESTRAINED from getting his prawn out and finishing himself off after Cyril's last effort.
5:51pm: "WE'RE A HAPPY TEAM AT HAWTHORN, WE'RE THE MIGHTY FIGHTING HAWKS....."
6:00pm: Realise that you should be responsible and go home, but it's impossible (and rude) to stop the celebrations now. Agree to head over to The Royal (bring your gold coins for the collection) for "just a quick one" (or ten).
11:59pm: Crawl into bed with a s**t-eating grin plastered on your face, safe in the knowledge that even though in the end "it's just a game" and "it doesn't really matter" (does anything *really* matter? We're all going to die one day anyway...), out of all the things in the world that you could possibly choose to care about, in choosing the Hawthorn footy club, you picked an absolute ripper.
8.45am: it's going to be a long day so get started with the breakfast of champions - 3 fried eggs on toast with tomato sauce, crispy bacon and a tall glass of freshly squeezed OJ
9:00am: settle down on the couch in front of the Samsung HDTV and slap on the 2008 Grand Final DVD. Allow yourself to be serenaded by the dulcet tones of McAvaney and Cometti as they call ... "TO BATEMAN, HARD RUNNING, CAN KICK A GOAL...", "Rioli brilliant here, ABSOLUTELY BRILLIANT RIOLI ...", "Now Dew, could kick this, AND HE HAS, HE'S HAD THE BEST 5 MINUTES OF HIS FOOTY LIFE ..."
11.16am: "THAT'S WHAT I'M TALKING ABOOOUUUUUUUUUUUUUUTTTTTTTTT"
11.25am: get yourself a bit fired up and on edge by watching one of the many Kennett Curse / Geelong v Hawthorn 11 game winning streak videos on YouTube.
11.30am: crack out the 2013 Preliminary Final DVD. That's right, time to re-live
1:35pm: as Hill snaps a goal and you know that the final comeback is on in earnest, start to fire off a few SMS/emails/BigFooty posts to Geelong supporters about how, no matter how many games they might have won, WE ALWAYS WIN THE ONES THAT MATTER.
1:42pm: "BURGOYNE, TO PUT THEM IN FRONT, HE DOESN'T MISS, HE'S KICKED 3 ... HAWTHORN BACK IN FRONT."
2:15pm: throw on some Hawthorn gear - old school Crawford #9 or Dunstall #19 jerseys recommended - and head over to the train station to meet your mates.
2:35pm: join in the Hawthorn theme song breaking out on the train, preferably on the Belgrave/Lilydale line as you cruise past Glenferrie Oval.
2.50pm: arrive at the G, take in a bit of the Easter spirit and try to out-do Jesus himself, but fail dismally when instead of turning water into wine, you turn 20 of your hard-earned into 2 Carlton Mid-Strengths and a lukewarm pie ..
3:15pm: soak in the atmos at the greatest ground in the world as both teams run out
5:25pm: "BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO" as Ducky McDuck Duck gets another free kick, then "BREUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUST" as the champ crumbs one and kicks a goal to level the scores
5:48pm: With the Cats leading by 3 points and a minute to go, Suckling gathers on the wing and kicks it in looooooonnnnng towards CYRIIIIIIILLLLLLLLLLLL!!!!!! PLAYS ON AND SNAPS A GOAL!!!!!!!! HAWTHORN IN FRONT!!!
5:49pm: Glance up to the Channel 7 commentary box where Bruce has to be PHYSICALLY RESTRAINED from getting his prawn out and finishing himself off after Cyril's last effort.
5:51pm: "WE'RE A HAPPY TEAM AT HAWTHORN, WE'RE THE MIGHTY FIGHTING HAWKS....."
6:00pm: Realise that you should be responsible and go home, but it's impossible (and rude) to stop the celebrations now. Agree to head over to The Royal (bring your gold coins for the collection) for "just a quick one" (or ten).
11:59pm: Crawl into bed with a s**t-eating grin plastered on your face, safe in the knowledge that even though in the end "it's just a game" and "it doesn't really matter" (does anything *really* matter? We're all going to die one day anyway...), out of all the things in the world that you could possibly choose to care about, in choosing the Hawthorn footy club, you picked an absolute ripper.