aaand . . . here we go again.
Every year, I convince myself that my team is genuinely shit. Forget the rusted on bias that I have ingrained in me. They are shit. They won the wooden spoon, ffs !
Countless years of seeing the same sort of results finally had me at peace that I follow a shit team. All my friends kept telling me. My Mrs follows the Roosters and would drag me to games to watch a winning team. It was a nice change.
Every single off season, I would get that lil spark of enthusiasm when we signed somebody's reject, in the hope that he would perform better with us. In the blind and stupid hope, mostly.
Every single year, the enthusiasm would be rekindled with the slightest potential improvement . . . only to be extinguished by yet another year of abject failures. Year after year.
This time baby, it was different. I promised myself not to get caught up in the hype and promise of yet another re-build.
2022 made me realise that I'd had enough and finally came to terms with the shitness of my footy team. No more blind faith and gullible hope in this off season. I woke up to myself and just accepted the reality of following the Weststigers. No more stupid hopes and dreams from now on.
And now they clean out the crap from the roster.
It looks like they have Bateman and Klem. On top of Api and Papi.
You know what, Weststigers ? fkk off and leave me alone. I know what you're up to. You want me to get excited. Stop teasing me with decent signings and roster clean outs.
But it really does look like a great transformation.
Just fkk off and leave me alone.
Here we go again.