Grand Final traditions and celebrations: what will you be doing?

I grew up in a sports-fixated home. I almost typed the verb ‘obsessed’ and that wouldn’t be far off the truth either. My father – an excellent cricketer – could be relied on to be found in front of the television whenever a significant match or event was happening: golf, cricket (World Series or Test), football, tennis and many others. This also happened at my grandparent’s house, where we would come together to watch a day-nighter, for example, and the kids would be put outside to play – or put to bed if we got too tired.
Rugby League was my preferred game, being from New South Wales. AFL was a curiosity, its rules foreign, the shorts so … short. Now I live in Victoria and am surrounded by fanatics of the game. I have to stop myself rolling my eyes at their antics because I’m aware there’s a little of that in me too: starting with my asking (and getting) an Illawarra Steelers jersey for Christmas when I was fourteen years old. Now I am a St George Illawarra Dragons supporter by default, after the Steelers merged in 1999 with the St George Dragons. Yes, I support them – but don’t ask me where they ended up on the table. I don’t suppose I’m all that interested anymore.
That’s why this weekend I’m off to spend the day with friends at a Grand Final barbeque – less to watch the game, but to enjoy their company and camaraderie; a few drinks and tasty food will be a wonderful bonus. We will be packing the kid’s pajamas, as these gatherings usually string out that long, and I will be putting my kids to bed as I was done at their age: happy, partied-out and surrounded by love.
For the record, I go for Collingwood these days. Let the mocking commence! I can take it.



















