Dad played for North Melbourne back in the late 40s and early 50s so I started life as a North supporter.
Football for me was standing on the terraces at Arden street in the mud amongst the fights and the crowds. Men peeing into beer cans so they didn't lose their spot.
My job (at the age of nine and younger) was to get Dad home in one piece, back in the 60's he drank too much.
Winter 1965 (hence the name) a mate invited me to the MCG to see a game. I sat in the dry (in the old southern stand) and could actually see the football.
I converted and it was 6 months before Dad spoke to me.
Dad turned out to be a great bloke once he gave the booze up but the die had been set and I have been a Tigers supporter since.