The Terrace

John Button once said of Geelong, “The pain I can handle, it’s the hope that’s killing me!”

Waiting for Round 1 in 2009 has been the reverse. So much pain…

Not since the demise of Springding has a summer in Geelong dragged so much. Under lights, at the ‘G, the cats were finally back and with them a path to redemption.

Like the Bain Marie at the Corio Bay Roadhouse, the lights were on, every bay was full, smoke rose off perspiring bodies and an adoring crowd salivated in anticipation. From the bounce it was obvious that this shark was going forward. Fifteen touches in the first to the loved one had me wondering why he didn’t put on a 25-minute set at Sound Relief. It was pure entertainment.

Each quarter in four words or less:

1st: High intensity, missed opportunities
2nd: Will Lonergan cut it?
3rd: We’re back on track
4th: It’s no Premiership, but…

there’s nothing like a victorious post game wrap up on K-Rock!

Just in case you had any doubt whether G. Ablett Jnr was robbed of the Norm Smith, have a peek below:

Welcome to ‘The Terrace’, a digital ode to all things GFC (insert financial crisis pun here) including but not limited to: Bruce ‘the president’ Lindner screamers; Hickey stand (new, not old) squinters; standing room munters; the incomparable pain of 5 modern-era GF losses (and the pant-wetting glory of one glorious modern-era victory); the highly misguided early 90′s ‘cat attack’ theme song (yes, the marketing genius behind that song will die a slow and painful death one day); the Malakellis brothers…and, of course, one G. Ablett. And that, gentlemen and ladies, is just the beginning. Join us for a year of that will either present more glory…or pain. Or something in between the two, whatever they call that…

And like all good Geelong things (that often end in bitter disappointment), let’s start this with a BANG!