Ah the complete and utter joy of Monday

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When you wake knowing that pathetic little dweeb Daisy Thomas got FLATTENED fair and square by Sir Goddard and that when Zac ...um...gently placed a forearm across Daisy's pathetic sunken chest he was shown up on national television for the intolerably soft squib he is by crumpling in a small heap at Dawson's feet.

I've replayed both incidents in my mind hundreds of times already.

And the absolute orgasmic joy of knowing your least favourite player - Tarkyn Lockyer - hardly got a pinky on it. Why? Because like you've always said he absolutely vanishes when the heat gets turned up. Oh the pleasure of rightness.

AND the sheer cosmic delight of knowing alleged dangermen Didak, Medhurst, Fraser, Davis, and Shaw did a combined total of sweet FA because they were made accountable for once.

AND THE ALMOST OVERWHELMING HAPPINESS of knowing the most fruadulent coach in the AFL was completely outmuscled on game day and made quite possibly the WORST selection decision in AFL finals history by including Rocca in his side.

AND ABOVE ALL THE UNQUESTIONABLE FACT THAT YOU SHOWED FAITH IN YOUR SIDE AND THEY DELIVERED WHEN IT MATTERED MOST LIKE YOU EXPECTED THEY WOULD.

Ah, Mondays 2009. Joy after joy after joy.

Two more. That's all.

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Its amazing, getting up on a Monday and the spring in your step oozes excitment!!

Go the mighty sainters!!