@BluesBloke hope your ok today. Bad luck and it should go without saying that Grannies are hard enough to win let alone qualify for one.
Thanks mate, I'm pragmatic about it all.
The better team got it done in the end and they'll take their place in a match they had more right to contest after being consistent all year.
I'm a realist and winning a flag or even playing off in a grand final after finishing outside the top four - and coming from 15th mid-year - was always going to be a tough ask.
Having said that, I don't regret forking out the $1800 to travel to go to last night's prelim - the club's first in 23 years - it was an incredible experience.
It was a fantastic day-trip the club put on - buses from Ikon Park to board a private charter flight from Melbourne to Brisbane, buses from Brisbane airport to the Gabba where we took premium seats, and a ride back to the plane afterward before dropping us back at the club at about 1.15am this morning. What a day.
Being part of a travelling army of Blues supporters will be something I'll remember forever. It was tribal and the buzz was electric. Two coaches full of Blues supporters driving through the Brisbane streets to the Gabba, passing pubs spilling over with our fans, others marching to the ground outnumbering the Lions supporters. It was magic. The turnout of navy blue to the match was something else - at one point the noise made it feel like a home game.
Despite coughing up a five-goal lead, I choose to instead celebrate what has been an incredible turnaround - both from a club point of view, and personally, both of which somewhat happened on eerily similar timelines.
To cut a very long and emotional story short, the day after our Round 1 draw with Richmond I was rushed to hospital, very seriously ill. I shouldn't have even gone to the footy as I laboured my way through the match. I won't go into what it is, but months of struggle followed as no treatment worked. I was in and out of hospital. It was hopeless. I was that debilitated I couldn't leave the house for months, except for hospital. I narrowly dodged very serious and life-altering surgery, and at one point I had surgeons visiting multiple times a day. It was the lowest of lows. While this was happening, the Blues were in an almighty slump with their form - I found it difficult to care amid the battle I was in with my health, and as I also couldn't go to the games, I felt even more cut off from it all. I didn't think there was a way back - for either of us.
Then the tide started to turn. It was mid-June. My specialist rolled the dice on a new and rugged treatment plan which started on I think the Monday, and by the Sunday, I felt well enough to step out for the first time in three months to go and watch the Blues take on the Suns at the G. From the second quarter on, the run started. We won and only lost twice for the rest of the year. What made it a great day was just being able to go out. The result was secondary.
Ever since, I've been on a steady improve, life's not the same and never will be, but the Blues did what they did in the second half of the year and I was able to be part of it. Without it sounding too dramatic, footy was what I needed to help drag me out of the hole I was in - and Carlton gave that to me.
I have plenty to be thankful for.