It's a little flat in our house today, because we don't subscribe to the theory that "it's only football." We love football, we love St Kilda, and we really wanted them to win the Grand Final yesterday.
Despite having grown up on the periphery of AFL, it wasn't until I moved to Melbourne nearly a decade ago that I really came to understand the significance AFL has in this town. I love it.
We had some friends and family round to watch the game, and in the typical style of a host who doesn't really cook, I focused my attention on the decor. Only in Melbourne would it be so easy to get St Kilda paraphernalia.
I think it's fairly apparent that these little fudge cup cakes were made with the St Kilda colours in mind, though my husband didn't notice. His lack of reaction made me immediately think of Kezza, a friend of mine, who lovingly made love heart shaped shortbread in anticipation of her husband's return from an overseas trip. They had been married for at least 30 years by that point. He ate the whole batch without noticing the love sentiment.
So anyway we lost. My disappointment initially was for James, then myself, but that turned quickly to the team who have given every ounce of their souls for 12 months for that 3 hours yesterday. There aren't many jobs around, I figure, where it all comes down to a 3 hour performance at the end of the year. So this Story is dedicated to St Kilda – you did us proud.
Wipe away your tears…
Pack your bag…
And indulge in a little retail therapy.