Months passed uneventful. A tiresome replay of yesterday and tomorrow. A twenty-first century ground hog day. The scorching humid months saw air-conditioning used to excess, pools over used, ocean and beaches over crowded.
Then like a miracle the day arrived. There was movement at the grounds. The giant cauldrons clamoured with the sounds of these mythical creatures. They ran, they biffed, they leapt into the air. They thrilled those who watched.
Their followers bowed to their prowess, shouting their names from the stands. With courage and skill befitting ancient warriors they took to the field.
Footy season had begun.
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