I love this club.
It's history, it's tradition, it's back against the wall survival. The way you can run into a Melbourne fan in the unlikeliest of places and know you've got someone to have a beer with over the next few hours. I love that our home ground is the best ground in the world. That we have a history to be proud of. We are not a franchise. We are not a flash in the pan. Our supporters' faces show the pain of following a tormented club. But with that comes that knowledge that we have tough spirits. That when we see our club hit the front on the hallowed turf it rings more through to our souls than for any other club. There are not many of us, but we can make the noise of 5 times our opposition. We will cheer our boys through thick and (usually) thin.
This will not change after tonight's game - the crying and grandstanding will subside. Probably after we knock off Adelaide (even if it's a poor win).
I must admit, however, that I'm weary. I'm weary of looking for positives where there are few. I realise that we'll get through this period. But it just gets weary.
I defend the boys wherever possible. Even this year I've tried to spin it so that our one quarter agains the top 6 Swans was good enough for a draw. Our 1 and a half quarters (if that) was good enough for a 5 goal lead on the top 4 Hawks. Our 1 and a half quarters was good enough for a 41 points turnaround on the Lions. Our 9 minutes of footy was good enough for a 53 points lead over the Suns.
But how long can you spin?
I know full-well that in 10 days I'll be in the Red and Blue Jumper cheering the boys onto the ground, after every goal and for every free kick. But I'd like to see the boys give some back consistently with at least effort and intensity.
No one expects a win every week - but it's fair enough to expect 4 quarters of determined, competitive football.