Thursday, June 30, 2011

The Serious Business of Choosing a Footy Team...

I have lived in Victoria for 14 years (in November), but I'm not from here. One way you can tell I'm not from here is that I don't barrack for any AFL team. According to many Victorians, that alone should be enough to have me booted out of the state! Many Victorians take their footy very seriously!

I was introduced to footy through the Grumpy Old Man and his parents. His dad was a Richmond supporter, his mum is a die hard Carlton supporter. Dave is also a Carlton supporter - though, to call him die hard would be an overstatement, he is a quiet, bemused observer...

When Erik was born, there was quite a bit of talk about which team he would support. My MIL was keen for him to be Carlton supporter, while my mum (not a native Victorian either, but a keen football fan all the same) kept threatening to knit Erik a Footscray scarf - both she has my step-dad are Bulldogs supporters...


Sadly for everyone, Erik decided at around the age of 8, that he would be a Hawthorn supporter like most of his friends at school!

Lukas - who we've called Blue since he was very little - would SURELY be a Blues (Carlton) supporter, thought MIL, but much to FIL's delight, Luey announced, at the age of 6, that he was most definitely a Tigers (Richmond) supporter...

Last year, Bryn was wavering a bit on his choice, and for a while the Grumpy Old Man held out hope that Bryn might finally back him up as a Blues supporter. However, when Bryn started school and became best friends with a Hawthorn supporter in his class, that hope went out the window...

So, now, those in the know will be looking at the photo above and seeing Erik in a Hawkes scarf, Luey in a Tigers scarf and Bryn in a Bulldogs scarf, and they'll be wondering why Bryn isn't wearing a Hawkes scarf like Erik...

The explanation goes that today is Footy Day at school, and last night we realised Bryn still didn't have a scarf, so Erik volunteered to go buy him one at the shopping centre. When Erik came home he brought with him a Footscray scarf because there were only two team scarfs available. Footscray and North Melbourne - so he chose Footscray (I don't know why, he just did).

Bryn wasn't overly impressed, but I tried to jolly him along by saying he could tell his class that he was wearing the Doggies scarf on behalf of Grandpa Lester and Amma Yja...

As I was doing this Ari was trying to tug the scarf from around Bryn's neck and making quite a commotion, so I asked Bryn to let Ari try the scarf on. Ari was SO excited! He wrapped himself in the scarf and grinned with sparkling eyes, so I jokingly said, "Is Footscray your team, Ari?" His enthusiastic reply was "MY TEAM!!!"

So, today Bryn is telling his class he is just "borrowing" his little brothers scarf... We really need to get these boys some jersies for next year, though!

Ah, poor Dave!

3 comments:

Penni Russon said...

Martin and I were both teamless when we met. I grew up in Tassie, which was a footy state - on grand final day streets are deserted - but I never really acquired a team. Don't know what Martin's excuse is. Anyway in the last few years our close friends have turned us into Doggies supporters. Though Una is showing some signs of defecting to Collingwood (this is a big Collingwood area for some reason). I can't bring myself to be gutted when the doggies lose but I am happy (mostly for my friends) when they win. And I do think they have a good culture.

Jayne said...

I've lived here all my life and am completely apathetic about footy. could. not. care. less. The kids follow their dad's team as a show of loyalty, but he's also pretty apathetic. Mind you, I kinda had fun actually *playing* footy at the RRR gig the other day!

Sif said...

Penni, I swear my mum used to be a Collingwood supporter - before she met step-dad - but she is adamant she never was!

Jayne, I try to be loosely interested for the sake of the XYs in the house, but sport, in general, does nothing for me...

Teenagers and the failing parent...