AFL Grand Final - the ultimate blokes’ leave pass
AFL Grand Final Day is a great day.
For supporters of the two teams that make it to the big dance, there’s nothing like the week of expectation and edge of the seat excitement.
The teams are named, the Grand Final parade rolls through Melbourne, there’s one more sleepless night…then the siren sounds and it’s on!
And even if your team spent the season battling for the wooden spoon, AFL Grand Final Day is still a great day. It’s your last week of talking footy. You weigh up the odds, look at the form and you have to make one vital decision.
Whose Grand Final Party are you going to attend? Because for any man who calls himself a footy fan, it’s unthinkable that you’d miss the game, or watch it by yourself at home.
It’s far too important a day to just let it go to waste. Cos here’s the thing; Grand Final Day is a leave pass, one glorious day when all men can put aside any concerns about their relationship, and their marital or parental responsibilities.
On Grand Final Day, in response to any query from their partner, all a man needs to say is, “but babe, it’s Grand Final Day”.
“I was hoping you might mow the lawn today”. “But babe, it’s Grand Final Day”.
“I thought you were taking your daughter to Kinder ballet today.” “Aww come on babe, it’s Grand Final Day”.
“Should you be drinking beer at 9:30 in the morning?” “But babe, it’s Grand Final Day”.
“It looks like there’s 5 kilos of Scotch Fillet in the Fridge”. ‘Where?”
“Right there next to the whole lamb! Are you having a party?” “A few of the boys are coming over, it’s Grand Final Day dontchaknow.”
“You didn’t get home til 3am last nite”. “Really”.
“You spewed in the washing basket”. “C’mon babe, it was Grand Final Day”.
Now something amazing has happened. For the third time in 114 years, there’s a drawn Grand Final. In the AFL, that means no extra time, no penalty shoot out, no golden point. In the AFL, that means we do it all again a week later.
The two teams go through the recovery and training process one more time. The match committees select their teams one more time. The fans queue for tickets and paint their faces one more time.
And one more time, when my wife says, “Why are you cracking a beer? I thought you were taking our daughter to ballet and mowing the lawn today.”
“But babe, it’s Grand Final Day… again”. Here’s hoping for another draw.
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