Thankyew, thankyew.
I tell you what, it was and is a weird feeling.
Back in the 89-95 era when I was a teenager, I used to just about lose my freaking mind during finals and especially GFs, and afterwards I'd be inconsolable for a week.
I was expecting today to be the same, but to be honest I awoke with a feeling I can only describe as zen-like. I had the identical feeling before the North Melbourne final and I thought at the time it was a feeling of inevitable doom (as we usually feel!)
I think I yelled about four times in the entire match. I was perfectly calm for the rest of it. My fiancee called it over during the 2nd quarter, but I didn't let out 32 years of pent-up frustration until we got 70 in front. I knew that even Geelong couldn't stuff that up.
Even now, it's not excitement I'm feeling, it's relief. But the happiest day of my life until I get married in 3 weeks.