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Ive been lurking in the Carlton board. I dont hate them, raised in WA, so far enough away to develop deeper more bitter hatreds elsewhere, sort of knew Jon Dorotich, we've raided their pantry, I have a number of tolerable Carlton supporting friends. I'd almost say I have a soft spot.
That being said, Ive sometimes pondered how supporting a team that’s historically rubbish is actually easier than supporting a powerhouse that’s spent the last 20 years falling apart.
We have a life time of building coping mechanisms. Dark humour. Low expectations. Over time, you build resilience. Calluses. Perspective. You know how to carry disappointment without theatrics because disappointment has never pretended to be anything else. It doesn’t arrive unexpectedly. It just turns up, like it always does, and you deal with it.
Now contrast that with supporters of a so‑called powerhouse that’s been garbage for only the last 20 years. Every loss is treated like a crisis, a shocking injustice. It triggers outrage, blame, panic, enquiries, sack everyone discourse. It’s never just a loss, it’s a betrayal, a symptom of something deeply broken in the universe. Every bad season is a once in a lifetime tragedy. Massive reactions. Meltdowns. Their self‑image still says “big club,” but reality keeps pissing in their face.
And honestly, on cold dark nights, I feel a bit sorry for them. We were trained for this. We were conditioned. We learned how not to expect joy from sport. They weren’t. They were raised on success, entitlement, and the comforting lie that they "deserve success".
But then in other moments I remember they are a bunch of cheating self entitled ****s so ¯\\\(ツ)\/¯, long may it continue.
It's the price you pay for the privilege of being a "big club." When we suck, we just get ignored. When Essendon and Carlton suck, it's the leading headline which can make things seem worse than they are because you are constantly under the microscope. There are obviously big advantages to being a big club, with favourable fixturing, national media attention and just being more attractive for free agents, but the highs and lows are so much crazier.
I am 30, so I quite literally have no memory of a truly great Carlton team, which means they have just existed as a pathetic shadow of their former selves the entire time I can remember watching footy.








