Submitted by Paul Daley on
Trips down memory lane help ease the pain but nostalgia can only fill so much of the void
Given how a week seems like a month in this sombre and over-eventful new epoch we find ourselves in, a footy season may well be a decade. Foregoing the rituals that underscore the cadence of our lives is one of the hardest things about now. For many, including me, a big loss is Australian rules football.
Watching my team play a fortnight ago in round one brought such joy, such transporting distraction, as that juggernaut of pain and anxiety bore down on us. I’m a Collingwood supporter (loose your arrows here, I’m impervious) and that weekend as I watched all the televised AFL and AFLW I could (and then some NRL) I fully anticipated that it would probably be all I’d see this year.
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Paul Daley is a Guardian Australia columnist
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