After weeks of indecision, today was the day I rejoined The Dons. It wasn’t easy though, I had a feeling of disillusionment and shame when the topic came up, as if in some way I was to blame for last season’s drugs saga.
But I thought back to my great grandfather, who apparently was always up at the Essendon Recreation Reserve, as it was then known, doing things for the cricket and football club. I thought of my grandfather, loving known as Da, who was friends with the players especially Dick Reynolds, because in those days all the Essendon players lived in the area. I thought of Mum, the most one-eyed football supporter known to personkind. She thought any footballer who went off to another club was disloyal. “What’s wrong with playing for Essendon seconds?” she would say forcefully. Mum knitted my brother and I Essendon jumpers which we wore with pride at every game. Even the numbers on the back were cut from white flannel and stitched on.
I also thought of the one grandchild who “goes” for the Dons, what would I tell him?
I guess the “clincher” was the new rallying call, Don the Sash. I like it. I like the footy club being called The Dons. And who doesn’t admire the red sash on the black jumper?
So I’ll be there for the games at the “G” shouting myself hoarse, bemoaning bloody awful umpires decisions, joyfully jumping up out of my seat when the final siren goes and the Dons are in front, and being down in the dumps for up to five minutes after the game, if we loose.
So roll on the 2014 season.