Finals Fever
Mood: Proud
Listening to: Adelaide/Westcoast game
Today was my little brothers Best and Fairest count at his football club. Nicky and I try to get to all of his games, and I like to go to his special days. It's nice to give your family a bit of support when you can.
My little brother Ana is a character - probably my favourite sibling at this point in time. He has the worlds worst haircut, the Mullet. It has a life all of its own. He's been growing it throughout the football season. He and his best mate Cogs have a bet going to see who can grow the "best" mullet by the end of the season.
Sitting in the shed watching the count was really exciting! I was expecting to be bored out of my brain, the Brownlow being anything to go by, but a real fair dinkum count is conducted much more expediently. And with more interaction. And beer.
It has a very festive air.
Second last round saw my brother on 35, his mate Cogs on 33, and another guy on 29. It could have gone any way.
1 Vote random other player.
2 Votes Ana.
3 Votes Cogs.
Ohhh - big hush over crowd as the scores become Ana 37, Cogs 36.
1 Vote Ana
2 Votes Cogs
3 Votes another random player.
Hooray! It was a tie! Between my brother and his best mate.
They went up together to collect their matching trophies, shook hands, clinked their plastic cocktail glasses and thanked their mullets.
So this post is dedicated to the flying footballing mullet-sporting brother of mine, currently celebrating by downing "Fruit Tingles" from a slushy machine at the Clubrooms.
Good on ya mate, proud of you.
