Yesterday was "Grand Final " day, the finale of a loooong drawn out process that involves a complicated series whereby the top 8 teams at the end of the season fight it out to see who's top dog, or cat, or hawk or roo or whatever.
This year it was between the cats and the hawks and I'm sorta proud to say that as I write this at 0700 on Sunday morning I still don't know who won. I suspect it was the cats from Geelong since there was little drunken revelry in my suburb last night. (I live in the eastern suburbs and Geelong is waaaay out west).
What I do like about grand final day is the funereal calm that descends over the entire sprawling city of greater Melbourne as most people are either at the footy or watching it on TV.
Ms endurochik and I went on a mega ride yesterday during which I had to do a 20 min "effort" and so we went out through the 'burbs to Beach road where we were stunned to find the entire cycling population of Victoria parading up and down (I swear I have NEVER seen so many cyclists together, not even in St Johann during the World Champs week). Effort completed we cruised over to Sth Melb for a caffeine revival moment and then on to DISC to pick up a set of bars.
The easy option of the train then beckoned and we spent the next hour staring at hordes of lemmings in either brown and gold (hawk) or blue and white(cat) making their way to the cliff (the MCG). Those that weren't in their teams colours were dressed as if going to a fancy dress party...... OS visitors arriving in the country today would have to be thinking...WTF?
ohh..just found out the hawks won!!!!!..how wrong can you be!