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PUNT ROAD END | Richmond Tigers Forum
There are countless instances within and without historical record where an event of relative insignificance has overwhelmed and broken the spirit of the seasoned veteran.
Today hurt.
I allowed my self to believe Richmond would win.
Mid way through the final quarter we had all the momentum.
Richmond had kicked 9 goals of the game's last 10.
I believed, correctly in hindisght, that we were just two goals away from recording an impressive victory.
The opposition kicked 4 goals to our solitary major in the final moments of the shoot-out.
I have seen us play much worse than that on countless occasions but the pain of letting that one slip feels like this is too much to endure. I let my expectations get out of control and ended up dissapointed. And I've done that repaeatedly with this club but today was different. For some reason today hurt more. Tonight I feel like I am nearing that point where I can't do this Richmond thing anymore.
Today I could have my sons boating or gone for a walk up one of the local big hills that pretend to be mountains. Maybe I could write a book, learn the piano, travel abroard, learna language or build some house extensions.
I am thinking of getting out othe winning and losing business. Because there is so little of the former and so much of the latter.
Will I extract enough enough therapy from this post to venture back for more of the same next week?
Thank you Joseph Conrad for the title. If you lived in my place and time you would have been a Richmond member.
Today hurt.
I allowed my self to believe Richmond would win.
Mid way through the final quarter we had all the momentum.
Richmond had kicked 9 goals of the game's last 10.
I believed, correctly in hindisght, that we were just two goals away from recording an impressive victory.
The opposition kicked 4 goals to our solitary major in the final moments of the shoot-out.
I have seen us play much worse than that on countless occasions but the pain of letting that one slip feels like this is too much to endure. I let my expectations get out of control and ended up dissapointed. And I've done that repaeatedly with this club but today was different. For some reason today hurt more. Tonight I feel like I am nearing that point where I can't do this Richmond thing anymore.
Today I could have my sons boating or gone for a walk up one of the local big hills that pretend to be mountains. Maybe I could write a book, learn the piano, travel abroard, learna language or build some house extensions.
I am thinking of getting out othe winning and losing business. Because there is so little of the former and so much of the latter.
Will I extract enough enough therapy from this post to venture back for more of the same next week?
Thank you Joseph Conrad for the title. If you lived in my place and time you would have been a Richmond member.