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IMPORTANT // Please look after your loved ones, yourself and be kind to others. If you are feeling that the world is too hard to handle there is always help - I implore you not to hesitate in contacting one of these wonderful organisations Lifeline and Beyond Blue ... and I'm sure reaching out to our PRE community we will find a way to help. T.
PUNT ROAD END | Richmond Tigers Forum
Today I finally got to my personal email inbox - in it was the email from Greg Miller and Jungle Beat (issue 168).
I read part of the Mr. Miller's email and felt it was patronising.
I then opened the Jungle Beat email - I started to read it and stopped - shook my head and closed and filed it.
I had not realised but through my long term displeasure of the Tigers - through my ever growing anger I had eroded to almost zero my passion for the club.
This is the RFC I am talking about a club I would grab anything and everything to read about - I would sweat on the Sporting Globe coming out to read about the game - the training - coaches comments. Every Saturday afternoon as a kid I would park myself in front of the TV here in Canberra to watch the VFL live on black & white channel 7 - and would be filled with raw enthusiasm and passion if the Tigers were being televised. I cried tears of blood whilst watching the 1972 Grand Final live (and have hated Carlton ever since). In 1973 I just got my drivers licence and drove down the then single lane eachway Hume Highway (9 hours) to see the Tigers take revenge on Carlton in a Grand Final I will never forget.
I walked and talked nothing but the Tigers - I ate and slept them - even at Uni where all my room mates had "Playboy centrefolds" tapped to the walls of our dorm - I had Royce Hart, Kevin Bartlett and my favourite Ian Stewart. I played in the local comp here in Canberra in Red and Black and when we played Queanbeyan Tigers I always seemed to go missing on the field - just couldn't bring myself to play against the black with the yellow sash - I was brainwashed - but I loved them Tigers.
Today a part of my childhood left me - as my passion has almost expired. I feel empty, a little lost. Because in 1963 I promise my stroke ridden dying Great Uncle Harry that I would continue his support of the Tigers for as long as I lived. I fear I am not keeping that promise.
Whoever is responsible for taking this great club from being the champions of the VFL to the joke of the AFL - thanks - thanks for bloody nothin'..........RT
I read part of the Mr. Miller's email and felt it was patronising.
I then opened the Jungle Beat email - I started to read it and stopped - shook my head and closed and filed it.
I had not realised but through my long term displeasure of the Tigers - through my ever growing anger I had eroded to almost zero my passion for the club.
This is the RFC I am talking about a club I would grab anything and everything to read about - I would sweat on the Sporting Globe coming out to read about the game - the training - coaches comments. Every Saturday afternoon as a kid I would park myself in front of the TV here in Canberra to watch the VFL live on black & white channel 7 - and would be filled with raw enthusiasm and passion if the Tigers were being televised. I cried tears of blood whilst watching the 1972 Grand Final live (and have hated Carlton ever since). In 1973 I just got my drivers licence and drove down the then single lane eachway Hume Highway (9 hours) to see the Tigers take revenge on Carlton in a Grand Final I will never forget.
I walked and talked nothing but the Tigers - I ate and slept them - even at Uni where all my room mates had "Playboy centrefolds" tapped to the walls of our dorm - I had Royce Hart, Kevin Bartlett and my favourite Ian Stewart. I played in the local comp here in Canberra in Red and Black and when we played Queanbeyan Tigers I always seemed to go missing on the field - just couldn't bring myself to play against the black with the yellow sash - I was brainwashed - but I loved them Tigers.
Today a part of my childhood left me - as my passion has almost expired. I feel empty, a little lost. Because in 1963 I promise my stroke ridden dying Great Uncle Harry that I would continue his support of the Tigers for as long as I lived. I fear I am not keeping that promise.
Whoever is responsible for taking this great club from being the champions of the VFL to the joke of the AFL - thanks - thanks for bloody nothin'..........RT