It’s a Sunday morning, somewhere hidden in my house are my magical yellow socks. Those socks are the key to us winning today’s do-or-die football game against the Russel Crowes and James Packers Bunnies.
Next door, my fellow Sharks supporter mate Don puts his left shoe on first.
Across town, a player’s wife picks her lucky black and white dress.
From Cronulla to Cooloongatta there’s a lot more of this happening right across the Sharks players, staff, members and supports – our personal superstitions, our beliefs and hopes, every bit that may go towards breaking a near fifty year premiership drought and the hangover of the 2014 NRL Wooden Spoon.
This time last year some funny bastard left this on my window – last year was, in the simplest of terms “a tough year” (on so many fronts), BUT (and you know there is always a ‘but’), the old adage of “persistence” – that tough times don’t last – that what makes you stronger – has never been so true.
To look back for a moment to see how far things have come fills one with deep pride.
Fast forward to this morning and the sun rising over the Bay has never seemed so bright. Yes, certainly you can’t get too far ahead of yourself and need to embrace the moment BUT without a destination you may wander aimlessly.
The goal is in clear sight and the road ahead not devoid of danger. As a famous photographer once said – the best view from the mountain top is always closest to the edge.
Bring on the week. Woo haaaaa. Now to work out how we get a plane full of Sharks fans to Townsville! Sort of sounds like the title of a movie!