Im imagining an empty G. Ill try to be happy for mates in Perth but Ive got serious Melbourne fomo There is no week in the calendar I love more than the one that counts down to the AFL grand final. As an ex-Melburnian, much of whose past is there, its a nostalgic festival of kinship and mates and memories and, foremost, the game for all its anthropological intrigues and tribalism, hatreds and loves, history and mythology.
