Originally Posted by
Old Royboy
I had a huge operation 2014 grand final week, woke up to the news that I was going to be a survivor and talked my way out of intensive care just in time for the big game. I was back in the depths of depression before half time. Last year, thanks to the radiation oncologists I was pretty crook much of the time and it was hard to enjoy anything, nor was there much to enjoy on the footy field either.
Now I park myself in front of my big HD screen with a six pack of Melbourne Bitter and am loving every minute. There is so much joy in seeing hard, fast, entertaining and high flying footy. New kids come into the side and are so good they give me goosebumps. I�ll never work full-time again, but being able to enjoy a beer and the footy again means i�m loving life.
Go Swannies, come down the South Coast one away weekend; you might just get that beer you reckon I owe you.
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