Walking from the Hilton to the G, I could feel the excitement. People without tickets were partying in the park.
I had a good seat and plenty of fellow Hawks around me. This can't be guaranteed in the Members' Reserve where there are always lots of theatre-goers.
Freo's defensive style is not pretty and not very effective when you are 4 goals down. When they started to attack in the third quarter they got within 3 points. That was when I started watching between my fingers. I enjoyed the last quarter and the afterwards though. A very good day. The result was a relief rather than the exhilaration of 2008 but a much better feeling than last year and the year before - both horrible.
Sunday
Although feeling squiffy I went to Glenferrie Road to join the celebrations.
We stood in the sun for a long time waiting for the players to be presented to the crowd. I provided the support act by fainting, firstly into the arms of my beloved ...
and then in a crumpled heap in the forward pocket, crushing my souvenir premiership poster.
I spent the rest of the day lolling on the sofa reading about the mighty fighting Hawks. Eleven premierships, all since I was 13 - how lucky is that?
