The boots are clean, the kits freshly washed, the ground meticulously mowed and the siren is just waiting to be blared.
The footy is back.
But on the first day on 2017 AFL season, while many get out their team colours for the weekend ahead, I’m still saying my goodbyes.
Goodbye to Friday and Saturday night Netflix binges as a couple. To Thursday nights and Sunday mornings too (Thanks, The Footy Show). Goodbye to spontaneous going out when we actually do get out of our trackies (unless the venue has the footy playing clearly on display).
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Goodbye to taking turns in choosing what to watch on TV, to even being able to touch the remote. Goodbye to any semblance of conversation that doesn’t revolve around men and balls and stats. Goodbye to any attention or acknowledgement of my existence.
Basically, goodbye to my boyfriend for the next SIX MONTHS.
