The last weekend in September 2007 looked like it was going to be one of the worst weekend's in history (well, in the last 44 years anyway). Geelong Football Club had made the grandfinal..... one of my mum's worst fears. After a month of my dad threatening to take a week of work and spend it in the gutters of geelong, several of my mum and dad's friends made the trek down the long highway to the city of 'the cats'. I got to stay home with Nana because i decided that i did not want to waste my time watching such rubbish!
Abbie and Tim waiting outside of Kardinia Park for the gate's to open. Such anticipation!!
Our spot on the oval.....
Owen with the desert!. A cake decorated with the cat's logo.... only to be eaten if they win, of course!
Mum trying to stir up my Dad and Uncle Mikey (Frewy) with her Port Adelaide jumper on. Pity she was too scared to take her jacket off incase she got stabbed!
We won! (Quote of the day!!!!) The final stages of the game just to show who is the best team by a long shot!
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