I think this Freo board needs a little freshening up, so I thought I'd share with you one of the most exciting periods of my life...
This is an email I sent to a friend just after the world-changing event had occurred.
Some big news...
Last friday was my 18th birthday...what did i do you ask??
well i met HIM...yes thats right...the 2002 Brownlow Medal Winner...the 2002 All-Australian full back/forward...the 2002 Stawell Gift winner...yes you know who...KINGSLEY VERNON HUNTER!!!!
The Bulldogs were playing the eagles the following night and i heard that last time Kingsley was in Perth, he went to the trots the night before. So i thought hey he might do it again. So off i went to Gloucester Park hoping to catch a glimpse of the great man. With a pen and spectacular Kingsley Hunter photo in hand,(but what kingsley photo isn't spectacular?) i went in search of the kicker of this season's goal of the year...
My spirits were down initially as for the first hour or so i hadn't spotted him but i never lost hope and continued roaming Gloucester Park looking for the man with the silky smooth skills...
Out of nowhere i let out an excited yelp as all my dreams had come true at once, i knew that if i died now, i'd die a happy man.....as i had come across the greatest australian rules footballer the world has ever seen, yes Kingsley Vernon Hunter had just walked past me.
The unknown, and far less important male he was walking with heard me and turned around...his thoughts were written all over his face..."leave him alone mate...all those adoring fans have given him writer's cramp tonight....give him a little rest....one can only deal with so many fans"
But nevertheless i pressed on...
His attire said it all, thin tight shirt revealing his dedication to weight training and small shorts clinging to his bulging thighs. Did it worry him that it was barely 10 degrees?? No of course not, it was the least of his worries. While the rest us were thinking warm thoughts to keep us from freezing, here Kingsley was braving the elements like the true warrior he is...
Kingsley himself hadn't heard me (he was probably too focused on the game the night afterwards...which incidentally he was one of the best afield gathering 23 possessions running off half-back) as he walked into the casino to play a few hands of blackjack. I waited by the door for him to come out(impatiently), all the while staring at his perfectly formed facial features and welcoming smile. It seemed like an eternity before he came out, but in the end he did, through a back door, forcing me to desperately run around to the other side of the building to catch up to him.
After a short while i found him, he was placing a bet on the next race so i decided not to approach him just yet. He then walked outside and watched the race unfold. I nervously edged closer and closer to him and by the end of the race i was about 3 metres from the man whose figure covers my bedroom walls. He was chatting with Craig Callaghan so i just watched them interact with each other before deciding to make my move.
Craig Callaghan had been eyeing me for a while and then questioned me..."Do you want him?"(pointing at Kingsley)
I replied with an nervous "Y-yeah"
With new found courage i directly approached him and proudly admitted, "I'm your biggest fan Kingsley" and then i showed him the photo in which he is taking a huge grab at Kardinia Park back in 1995 (which was nominated for mark of the year). I think he was in shock more than anything. He let out an embarrassed "Oh geez" and i asked him to sign it which he gladly did. I remarked "It wasn't a bad grab was it?" He replied with a somewhat goofy "Oohh yeah it was alright" followed by a bit of a chuckle. I thanked him for the autograph and wished him good luck in the vital match against the eagles. He said thanks and i walked away with the best birthday present anyone has ever given me...
This is an email I sent to a friend just after the world-changing event had occurred.
Some big news...
Last friday was my 18th birthday...what did i do you ask??
well i met HIM...yes thats right...the 2002 Brownlow Medal Winner...the 2002 All-Australian full back/forward...the 2002 Stawell Gift winner...yes you know who...KINGSLEY VERNON HUNTER!!!!
The Bulldogs were playing the eagles the following night and i heard that last time Kingsley was in Perth, he went to the trots the night before. So i thought hey he might do it again. So off i went to Gloucester Park hoping to catch a glimpse of the great man. With a pen and spectacular Kingsley Hunter photo in hand,(but what kingsley photo isn't spectacular?) i went in search of the kicker of this season's goal of the year...
My spirits were down initially as for the first hour or so i hadn't spotted him but i never lost hope and continued roaming Gloucester Park looking for the man with the silky smooth skills...
Out of nowhere i let out an excited yelp as all my dreams had come true at once, i knew that if i died now, i'd die a happy man.....as i had come across the greatest australian rules footballer the world has ever seen, yes Kingsley Vernon Hunter had just walked past me.
The unknown, and far less important male he was walking with heard me and turned around...his thoughts were written all over his face..."leave him alone mate...all those adoring fans have given him writer's cramp tonight....give him a little rest....one can only deal with so many fans"
But nevertheless i pressed on...
His attire said it all, thin tight shirt revealing his dedication to weight training and small shorts clinging to his bulging thighs. Did it worry him that it was barely 10 degrees?? No of course not, it was the least of his worries. While the rest us were thinking warm thoughts to keep us from freezing, here Kingsley was braving the elements like the true warrior he is...
Kingsley himself hadn't heard me (he was probably too focused on the game the night afterwards...which incidentally he was one of the best afield gathering 23 possessions running off half-back) as he walked into the casino to play a few hands of blackjack. I waited by the door for him to come out(impatiently), all the while staring at his perfectly formed facial features and welcoming smile. It seemed like an eternity before he came out, but in the end he did, through a back door, forcing me to desperately run around to the other side of the building to catch up to him.
After a short while i found him, he was placing a bet on the next race so i decided not to approach him just yet. He then walked outside and watched the race unfold. I nervously edged closer and closer to him and by the end of the race i was about 3 metres from the man whose figure covers my bedroom walls. He was chatting with Craig Callaghan so i just watched them interact with each other before deciding to make my move.
Craig Callaghan had been eyeing me for a while and then questioned me..."Do you want him?"(pointing at Kingsley)
I replied with an nervous "Y-yeah"
With new found courage i directly approached him and proudly admitted, "I'm your biggest fan Kingsley" and then i showed him the photo in which he is taking a huge grab at Kardinia Park back in 1995 (which was nominated for mark of the year). I think he was in shock more than anything. He let out an embarrassed "Oh geez" and i asked him to sign it which he gladly did. I remarked "It wasn't a bad grab was it?" He replied with a somewhat goofy "Oohh yeah it was alright" followed by a bit of a chuckle. I thanked him for the autograph and wished him good luck in the vital match against the eagles. He said thanks and i walked away with the best birthday present anyone has ever given me...
