The laughter when the name "Melbourne" is mentioned, just stopped.
The embarrassment when you front up to work with the team sticker on the bumper has been erased.
Was on the road for all bar the last 25mins. Walked in the door to watch the friggen hawks take the lead, and assumed my normal position in front of the TV, with head in hands (God I hate hawthorn). My nervous little missus snuck off to another room, sensing the impending footy rage.
After 5 brilliant goals on the trot, I now get to sit with her and troll the supporter sites and drink mass amounts of my whisky, while waiting for a replay.
Thank you Melbourne. My faith is restored.
Oh, and my sad sack brother owes the club a membership. Good times!