Listened to the radio for a while until the game made it's appearance on the T.V., all didn't sound good but I tried to remain calm. Seeing the vision didn't lift my heart. The final siren meant that my work day tomorrow with a Melbourne die-hard boss was going to make my day hard to face. Out came the secateurs and a tree in my yard drew the short straw for the fiercest pruning of it's life. The frustration of the game came flowing back. Indirect kick, SNIP. Failed set-shot, SNIP. Turnover, imprecise handball, lack of vision, SNIP,SNIP, SNIP. Being a True Tiger Fan can be tough. Let me and others know how you deal with your pain.