Your soul is redeemed Rubbish Binny. It's a story that, more-or-less, mirrors mine.
Made a deal with the devil in '77. Uncle said he'd take me to the footy if I barracked for the Demons. I was a child! He, on the other hand, lived through the golden era of the '50s and early '60s and was adamant the great days would return soon enough.
The wonderful era of Dennis Jones can be best summed up by Robert Flower in his book. Dedicated a whole chapter to it if I remember. "The least said about this year the better". End of chapter.
Uncle moves to NT at the beginning of '79
Saw the blood bath on my own in July with 15,000 other hardy souls. Remember coming away from the game thinking our forward line was hopeless and that if we only had Bob Beecroft, it would all turn to gold. Sound familiar?
Thought we were on a role with Big Carl in '79-'80. Loved him and begged him not to leave: face-to-face
Then took the train from Glen Iris to whatever [censored] hole we were playing at most weeks on my own for years. Winning a game felt like a premiership for me.
Rode the ups and downs for decades and had resolved in my heart I would never see a Dee flag. And for the most part, it was okay. I took solace in some great wins and watched some truly wonderful footballers.
So fast-forward to 2021. When I watch the replay, talk to my mates about it, and almost every time a tear comes to my eye (like right now). Whatever anyone ever says that is disparaging about the Deez, I remind them:
we invented the game,
we built the greatest stadium in the world - three times,
were time and again handy-capped by the VFL/AFL who quite deliberately designed the rules of the game to [censored] our growth and development, and
played the greatest 40 minutes of transcendent grand final footy in the history of the game.
So, yes @binman, I'm with you. A disappointing team in 2023? Let's make a realistic judgement about this era in 15 years from now. And at worst, we might say that we missed an opportunity - à la Norf in '98. Regardless of everything, in the mystery of hurtling through time and space on spaceship Earth, I forever love the Deez and will always have Paris . . . as they say.