As much as all these smug coaches would like to think that AFL footballers are lumps of pastured meat to be conditioned, rested, tapered, measured and programmed, the reality is a little different.
Football is as competitive a sport as it gets and players like to win.
Winning feeds and nourishes the mind, body and spirit. It's an elixir Brad Scott or Ross Lyon can't program into their *smile*ing GPS trackers or beep diagnostics.
I have criticised Dimma in the past but I am glad he's not one of those glib coaches. He's a man who prides honesty above all things - honesty of effort, honesty of tactics and honesty of emotion.
He knows our group will play tomorrow like they have all year - like a band of brothers.
No test tubes and trendy conditioning theories for our preparation. We have a group that thrives on that irresistable and romantic force in footy - momentum. The sweetness of helping each other to victory.
You can't measure that. You just put your heart into it, secure in the knowledge that the man next to you has done the same.
The football world thinks we are losers.
But we know that isn't true at all.
Thank you, Brad Scott. Thank you from the bottom of this supporter's heart.
Because in reaching for that test tube, with your other hand you've gifted us the sweetest motivation of all for the first final - validation.
A powerful hammer to come raining down on a club too clever by half.