Easter is a time for miracles. Like the way they are able to get smarties inside an enclosed Easter egg or that whole Jesus rising from the dead stuff. Fremantle arrived at Etihad Stadium knowing that they would have to follow in Red Tulips' footsteps (and to a lesser extent Jesus) and perform a miracle of their own if they were to finally beat Essendon at the Dome.
It had been a long, excruciating wait for Fremantle and Adelaide to get to the start of the 2010 season. Not the long pre-season of running, lifting things and taking your shirt of for the cameras but the long wait from the opening match of the round to the final match.
They'd waited through the Thursday night game, the Friday night game, the Saturday afternoon game, the Saturday night game, the Sunday breakfast match and the Sunday afternoon game. By the time it got around to the Sunday Day/Night match they were jumping out of their skin. In fact, there was talk the match could be called off because the OHS people were concerned about all the piles of skin just lying about the place. Not to mention the dangers of pants full of ants and the possibly contagious heebie jeebies.
It's very rarely a straight forward event when Fremantle play St Kilda. If the Saints aren't cheating, they're besmirching the good name of Fremantle or taking something or other to court. No matter what they do though, traditionally the game will end the same way - with the ground flooded by the tears of St Kilda's bravest. But this time, nature stepped in with a pre-emptive strike. With Fremantle on the cusp of a Grand Final the skies opened like a giant Nick Riewoldt in the sky and Victoria blubbed like never before.
Fremantle headed to Eddie's Hat Stadium with a bit of a spring in their step. Dean Laidley and his chocmilk stained tracksuit had been given the Shinboner arse and Chris Scott's brother Brad had been given the job of Head Coach/Grounds Keeper at the North Melbourne Football Club. Knowing Chris as they do, they expected his brother to put an end to the ugly tactics of the Laidley years and replace it with a tough and exciting brand of football that would give the Dockers a good measure of their likely standing in the competition.
Fremantle get a lot of things wrong.