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I was bloody cold at the footy yesterday... sitting on the northern wing which develops a deep layer of permafrost during the winter months when the sun doesn't quite shine on the concrete. I buried my hands in the pockets of my work-supplied bluey, made sure the beaten old Hard Yakka cap was pulled tight on my elegantly weathered head and reflected on life a bit.

 That last bit's a  lie, really... I was too wrapped up in the tension of the game and the overall goosiness of umpires to reflect on life per se... but I gave it a bit of thought.

Cold weather is a good metaphor for those testing times in life when the spirit flickers a bit, when we find ourselves challenged by adversity or hardship. Many of us have our faith or belief that we call on in times of need, of course. I tend to bury my hands deep in the pockets, hunch my shoulders and wander on regardless... habits which may or may not be derived from having grown up in a bloody cold climate with a father who dabbled on weekends as a church organist and choirmaster. You do what you can, after all. Which might also go a ways to explaining why I relate to the imagery of Jesus as an object of faith... what's your excuse?

 So, we find our own personal Jesus [video:http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jQcNiD0Z3MU 100x100] in whatever form suits... but we're a little luckier than other footy supporters in that we have our own Purple Jesus, of course... for now. Who knows what will happen at the end of the year, but that's out of our hands... I'm more intent on enjoying what we've got while we have it. That's kind of the philosophy I take to games, by the way -  I really enjoy that winning feeling but sport involves so much more than just winning that, to rely on it for your enjoyable sport experience would be a past-time rendered shallow and meaningless, surely?

The magic and effort that players bring to games sometimes is breathtaking. Jeffery does some incredible things but how was Pav's one handed work on the charge yesterday?  How about that deft little palm down from Mapper Taz from a marking contest? Robbie Warnock's backwards tap over on the north wing at one stage... the way McVeigh wore his bandage. You know, all the little special things. I reckon we get seduced into chasing success to our disadvantage at times, we become a bit blind to what's going on out there. Some peanut, for instance, some shriekfaced harradine, was on the wireless after the game carrying on about how Schammer shi... really annoys her. Seriously, within 20 minutes of one of the braver acts we've seen at Subi for quite a while, and she's complaining about him.

It's all about perception. How we see things affects how we feel about them. If we can excercise discretion in our perception, we can have some choice in how we feel about what we see....

"Reach out and touch faith" 

as the song says. It's not all doom and gloom, something I think most realised yesterday when Freo, down to a one man bench in the last, managed to outscore the Bombres and come  within a poofteenth of beating them. Spare a moment to imagine how Matthew Knights' press conference would have been if that had been the case....hyuk hyuk hyuk.

Take the song as  a case in point... Johnny Cash's cover is laden with gravity, the work of an aging artist nearing the end of a road and still compelled to work, weary, worn but unbeaten although close to it. Compare it to the original[video:http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_xo6syBndKM&feature=related 100x100] and doesn't it whack you around a different set of ears? Same words, just something more going on behind them, the optimism of youth confronting something it has yet to define, perhaps.

 

So it is with us fans... heading out to watch our team full of hope, optimism and faith, not knowing whether we're going to stream out feeling like a New Age pop band full of bouncy pills or an aged star no longer able to process the pills. It's a harsh life, sometimes. All I can say is, try to keep it in perspective and roll with the punches... perhaps the last word belongs to the band who's name, Depeche mode, roughly translates as 'fashion dispatch' according to Wiki... I like that in relation to footy.

 

It's our 'fashion dispatch'.