We’re now only hours away from the 2013 draft. Opinions on what to do with the Bulldogs’ prized pick four have been feverishly debated. Beep test results, kicking styles and vertical leaps of the contenders have been critically analysed, and the needs of our emerging list deconstructed. And deconstructed again.
For me, there’s only a passing interest. Until the Chosen One pulls on the jumper I won’t really tune in. I’m still getting used to how to pronounce last year’s draft pick Hrovat, for goodness' sake — how can I possibly get my head around cheering for Bontempelli or Kolodjashnij?
I recently worked out that my mother, who has been following the Dogs for 60 years, must have clocked up more than 1000 games in that time.
But in only her third outing to the footy, she saw the game that started it all for her...and the rest of her family. I have prevailed on her to share her story:
"I was 17 years old when Footscray won their only Premiership.
About the Bulldog Tragician
The Tragician blog began in 2013 as a way of recording what it is like to barrack for a perennially unsuccessful team - the AFL team, the Western Bulldogs.