Look, I know this is my third post in this thread, but, gee, its a goody......anyway, in 1994, I'm spending a romantic getaway with my partner at the time, in a swish hotel (in Melbourne, somewhere- yeah, some getaway!). So, picture this: great room, overlooking the 'G, beers aplenty and wait for it...a spa. So we're in the spa and the mood's great, the partner whispering sweet nothings in my ear (which is impressive because I've taken the hearing aids out...!) Only one problem though- the radio is on in the background and Carlton is playing and as my poor beloved is trying to get her point across, I say, "Ssh, I'm listening to the game!".....

Wnat to know what game it was? The bloody qualifying final against the Cats!!!