verbs wrote:
Anyone watch that piece of crap? Not me. Tried to watch it again in 1994. Never ever again.
I turned it over last night Verbs (hoping to see the '95 Granny) and immedaiately saw footage of Paul Salmon kicking his second goal. The words 1993 Grand Final were etched on the bottom right hand corner of the screen. I can't watch this game... I still can't bring myself to watch this game. I get images of my final year at school. I see my old school mate the late Michael Perkins serving me up cr@p on the Monday after the game. I see my Essendon-supporting accounting teacher taking the p!ss out of us Carlton supporters the same day. I see my old Essendon* supporting tennis doubles partner trying to keep the smug smile off his face the first time he saw me after the match. I see myself get engaged in fights with kids who were West Coast supporters (yeah that's right - they were getting stuck in too) and vainly trying to tell them that Silvagni touched that Michael Long goal. 'Doesn't matter when you lose by that much' they told me. It's like a waking nightmare. I just can't watch it. When I saw it was on last night I had two options - gouge my eyes out and rip my ears off so that I couldn't see or hear it, or turn the channel over quick smart. I turned the channel so quick you wouldn't believe it. I feel like Brando in Apocalypse Now... the horror, the horror.