*on air*
It's another fine and sunny day in Melbourne, looking out my window the North East suburbs look green and peaceful. It's a great city to live in; I wouldn't want to be anywhere else. And in less than a week, one of the great passions of our town comes roaring back to life. It's almost time for footy. What better time to join this Tiger community and share the excruciating pain and pleasure of supporting that mad but magnificent team we love. I’m here to say hello, to introduce myself and hope that you will welcome another tiger into the den.
I’ve lived my whole life in Victoria. So has most of my family. However when the time came for some of them to move North, I soon discovered my true location. South of the Border. Without moving an inch, I had become a Mexican. There was no large funny shaped hats involved, nor a sudden increase in Tequila consumption, but I think I detected a slight defensiveness creeping in (and maybe a heightened desire for beef enchiladas). Ok, so I’m a Mexican. So I’m here in this southern state where footy is a way of life, and I’ll support my team with renewed passion. Bring on your interstate interlopers, your heightened salary caps and awkward theme songs. We’ll be ready for you here in Tigerland with our throats lubricated by southern brews, a bright yellow sash cutting across your vision and a thousand fists raised towards the sky.
You have been listening to Mexican Radio…
*end transmission*
It's another fine and sunny day in Melbourne, looking out my window the North East suburbs look green and peaceful. It's a great city to live in; I wouldn't want to be anywhere else. And in less than a week, one of the great passions of our town comes roaring back to life. It's almost time for footy. What better time to join this Tiger community and share the excruciating pain and pleasure of supporting that mad but magnificent team we love. I’m here to say hello, to introduce myself and hope that you will welcome another tiger into the den.
I’ve lived my whole life in Victoria. So has most of my family. However when the time came for some of them to move North, I soon discovered my true location. South of the Border. Without moving an inch, I had become a Mexican. There was no large funny shaped hats involved, nor a sudden increase in Tequila consumption, but I think I detected a slight defensiveness creeping in (and maybe a heightened desire for beef enchiladas). Ok, so I’m a Mexican. So I’m here in this southern state where footy is a way of life, and I’ll support my team with renewed passion. Bring on your interstate interlopers, your heightened salary caps and awkward theme songs. We’ll be ready for you here in Tigerland with our throats lubricated by southern brews, a bright yellow sash cutting across your vision and a thousand fists raised towards the sky.
You have been listening to Mexican Radio…
*end transmission*
