How much enjoyment do you get from following this club ?

[1980 I Was There]

I love em that much that I think we should merge with the tassie under 9s.
Keep all the best players of course and get rid of everybody over 12 years of age.
Then we would have a rebuild team, no stuffed up seriously sad history to show us how to lose and a chance of winning the flag in 15 or so years.

And that would be the worst thing I have ever said about the Tigers. WHY, cos I believe it!

But, for some stuffed up reason I still believe we can win and I stuffing hate the Tigers for that

[1980]

I'm sure everyone here was getting plenty of enjoyment from the club when they went on the run of 9 last year.
It was absolute euphoria for the week we beat Sydney and made the finals.
Since then sure it's been disappointing but harden up princesses, can't win all the time.

Upsets galore on the weekend, big comebacks, spirited performances and exciting signs.

We don't even look like coming close to winning a game.

I have little doubt the players out there are trying their best.
My sense is the squad we have at our disposal is just not that good this year.
Other teams have reinvigorated their lists and we didn't.

Therefor I'd be looking squarely at our list manager, coach & Gale ahead of the players who are no doubt even more frustrated than us.

Seems to me that those pulling the strings  misread how much improvement was required.

All is not lost but clearly a lot of changes are needed. When it comes so will the enjoyment again.

All my friends that are Demons supporters talk like this about their club because they dont really care

[Jackstar is back!!!]

One thing for certain
I will be there on Sunday
It's a way of life !!

[bojangles17]

Good onya Jack, a REAL tiger 

[Tigeritis™©®]

My son and I take to the road happy to be out of a house full of synchronized women.
We arrive at our trusty secret parking place and we begin our stroll down swan street.
My son asks me if I want a beer? His shout....nice.
After the beer we continue our trek toward punt road oval.
Punt road always gives me a great feeling. I enjoy experiencing the colours sights & sounds of another day at the footy, the slight nervous feeling of anticipation brings back fond memories of my childhood & the tail end of successful era but dawn of a terrible one.
We make our way into the G and find our seats.
My son tries to convince me of our chances considering the Pies have twice as many decent outs as us, he puts up a decent case.
The bounce down, my son is up and about early still pretty excited about our prospects in the game.
After a couple of good passages I see the same mistakes often take place...missed tackles, the no shepherds, the two foot handballs over & over. I find myself more annoyed than anything else & I look away in disgust at faux toughness.
After a fairly close first half, my son is once again buoyed by our prospects of winning as we seemed to dominate for periods in the second without nailing it on the scoreboard. There's the predictable third qtr 10min fade out as the pies slam on 6 goals straight to make it a tough in the last. My son reckons if we can get the first couple we are still in it. After kicking the first two in the last it looks as though he might be right but I know better....the boy still isn't scarred by 34 years of mediocrity and have never seen success so he doesn't know better. He screams at the umpires for inconsistency, I used to be like that too.
I glance at a pies supporter who starts baiting my son all in good fun and I smile at good memories.
The pies slam on another 5 unanswered goals in the last to put the nail in and Jack gets his last two junk time goals when the team decides to deliver the ball correctly into the forward 50 for the first time in the game.
As we walk back to our car talking about what could've & should've been he repeats my reply as I'm about to speak...
Yeh yeh I know dad, it's the culture!

I enjoy another day at the footy with my son even though I don't enjoy the game as I used to but Im glad he still enjoys the footy and spending the day there with me.

[potsclub]

My son and I take to the road happy to be out of a house full of synchronized women.
We arrive at our trusty secret parking place and we begin our stroll down swan street.
My son asks me if I want a beer? His shout....nice.
After the beer we continue our trek toward punt road oval.
Punt road always gives me a great feeling. I enjoy experiencing the colours sights & sounds of another day at the footy, the slight nervous feeling of anticipation brings back fond memories of my childhood & the tail end of successful era but dawn of a terrible one.
We make our way into the G and find our seats.
My son tries to convince me of our chances considering the Pies have twice as many decent outs as us, he puts up a decent case.
The bounce down, my son is up and about early still pretty excited about our prospects in the game.
After a couple of good passages I see the same mistakes often take place...missed tackles, the no shepherds, the two foot handballs over & over. I find myself more annoyed than anything else & I look away in disgust at faux toughness.
After a fairly close first half, my son is once again buoyed by our prospects of winning as we seemed to dominate for periods in the second without nailing it on the scoreboard. There's the predictable third qtr 10min fade out as the pies slam on 6 goals straight to make it a tough in the last. My son reckons if we can get the first couple we are still in it. After kicking the first two in the last it looks as though he might be right but I know better....the boy still isn't scarred by 34 years of mediocrity and have never seen success so he doesn't know better. He screams at the umpires for inconsistency, I used to be like that too.
I glance at a pies supporter who starts baiting my son all in good fun and I smile at good memories.
The pies slam on another 5 unanswered goals in the last to put the nail in and Jack gets his last two junk time goals when the team decides to deliver the ball correctly into the forward 50 for the first time in the game.
As we walk back to our car talking about what could've & should've been he repeats my reply as I'm about to speak...
Yeh yeh I know dad, it's the culture!

I enjoy another day at the footy with my son even though I don't enjoy the game as I used to but Im glad he still enjoys the footy and spending the day there with me.

Good on you.

Nice post, I'm 26 and sound like I could be your son.
I do exact same thing but not with my dad.

Kills us all inside. But deep down we bleed yellow and black.

Go TIGERS.

[WilliamPowell]

Will be there

Will catch up with friends chat about the game as it goes along and afterwards

But will have zero emotional involvement. What happens; happens.

We win I'll be bloody happy

If we lose, will shrug my shoulders, say "was expecting that" and head home to the family

Pretty simple really

[🏅Dooks]

I was one of the lucky few who got tickets to the A League final across the road. Havent even thought about going to the Richmond game.

Nor do I much care at the moment.

[big tone]

My son and I take to the road happy to be out of a house full of synchronized women.
We arrive at our trusty secret parking place and we begin our stroll down swan street.
My son asks me if I want a beer? His shout....nice.
After the beer we continue our trek toward punt road oval.
Punt road always gives me a great feeling. I enjoy experiencing the colours sights & sounds of another day at the footy, the slight nervous feeling of anticipation brings back fond memories of my childhood & the tail end of successful era but dawn of a terrible one.
We make our way into the G and find our seats.
My son tries to convince me of our chances considering the Pies have twice as many decent outs as us, he puts up a decent case.
The bounce down, my son is up and about early still pretty excited about our prospects in the game.
After a couple of good passages I see the same mistakes often take place...missed tackles, the no shepherds, the two foot handballs over & over. I find myself more annoyed than anything else & I look away in disgust at faux toughness.
After a fairly close first half, my son is once again buoyed by our prospects of winning as we seemed to dominate for periods in the second without nailing it on the scoreboard. There's the predictable third qtr 10min fade out as the pies slam on 6 goals straight to make it a tough in the last. My son reckons if we can get the first couple we are still in it. After kicking the first two in the last it looks as though he might be right but I know better....the boy still isn't scarred by 34 years of mediocrity and have never seen success so he doesn't know better. He screams at the umpires for inconsistency, I used to be like that too.
I glance at a pies supporter who starts baiting my son all in good fun and I smile at good memories.
The pies slam on another 5 unanswered goals in the last to put the nail in and Jack gets his last two junk time goals when the team decides to deliver the ball correctly into the forward 50 for the first time in the game.
As we walk back to our car talking about what could've & should've been he repeats my reply as I'm about to speak...
Yeh yeh I know dad, it's the culture!

I enjoy another day at the footy with my son even though I don't enjoy the game as I used to but Im glad he still enjoys the footy and spending the day there with me.

I enjoy reading stories like this. And I cannot wait until my little girl is old enough to take to the footy. Next year maybe...
I hope for her sake we can turn it around soon and become a great club again. We all deserve better than this club has given us for such a long time.

[Jackstar is back!!!]

In the 70,s and 80,s we went each week knowing we would win
Now we going only hoping

[bojangles17]

Some good story's there 

[🏅Dooks]

In the 70,s and 80,s we went each week knowing we would win
Now we going only hoping

I reckon it was more fun going when we were a struggling side not expected to win (85-94) and managed to get up occasionally, than now, where we are supposedly a non struggling side expected to win. Plus the game then was alot less sanitized

[Hellenic Tiger]

My son and I take to the road happy to be out of a house full of synchronized women.
We arrive at our trusty secret parking place and we begin our stroll down swan street.
My son asks me if I want a beer? His shout....nice.
After the beer we continue our trek toward punt road oval.
Punt road always gives me a great feeling. I enjoy experiencing the colours sights & sounds of another day at the footy, the slight nervous feeling of anticipation brings back fond memories of my childhood & the tail end of successful era but dawn of a terrible one.
We make our way into the G and find our seats.
My son tries to convince me of our chances considering the Pies have twice as many decent outs as us, he puts up a decent case.
The bounce down, my son is up and about early still pretty excited about our prospects in the game.
After a couple of good passages I see the same mistakes often take place...missed tackles, the no shepherds, the two foot handballs over & over. I find myself more annoyed than anything else & I look away in disgust at faux toughness.
After a fairly close first half, my son is once again buoyed by our prospects of winning as we seemed to dominate for periods in the second without nailing it on the scoreboard. There's the predictable third qtr 10min fade out as the pies slam on 6 goals straight to make it a tough in the last. My son reckons if we can get the first couple we are still in it. After kicking the first two in the last it looks as though he might be right but I know better....the boy still isn't scarred by 34 years of mediocrity and have never seen success so he doesn't know better. He screams at the umpires for inconsistency, I used to be like that too.
I glance at a pies supporter who starts baiting my son all in good fun and I smile at good memories.
The pies slam on another 5 unanswered goals in the last to put the nail in and Jack gets his last two junk time goals when the team decides to deliver the ball correctly into the forward 50 for the first time in the game.
As we walk back to our car talking about what could've & should've been he repeats my reply as I'm about to speak...
Yeh yeh I know dad, it's the culture!

I enjoy another day at the footy with my son even though I don't enjoy the game as I used to but Im glad he still enjoys the footy and spending the day there with me.

Great story. My daughter is four and she has not been to a game yet. I have an Inner Sanctum membership and was scheduled to bring her the Geelong game but she got the flu the night before.
Stuff like that are heartwarming yet so intolerably painful yet I can see why you keep going spend time with your son.

We were watching news tonight on 7 and they were advertising the Sunday line up beginning with our game against the Pies. My daughter stopped what she was doing turned to me and said "Tigers Daddy, that's our team". My heart melts for my daughter. I smile to her and think of the flogging we are to receive on Sunday but to a mind of a child only starting out in these things its instant joy at identifying something that she knows gets me excited.

Then I think as parents we educate our children and endeavour to lay good foundations in their lives and even here we have done the right thing by the RFC by indoctrinating the RFC into them from a young age that no FTF or selling of raffle tickets can market for. I can only hope the RFC can do the right thing by her and win a flag or two or more and give her the chance to experience the success I failed to see, given thatI turned 40 last year and had no memory of 1980 GF except for Ronny Wearmouth kicking a goal for the Pies from the boundary in the first half until I saw the video of it in the late 1990's.  Sad indictment on the footy club one would think.

[DCrane]

My heart melts for my daughter. I smile to her and think of the flogging we are to receive on Sunday

[Hard Roar Tiger]

My heart melts for my daughter. I smile to her and think of the flogging we are to receive on Sunday

I have that problem x 3 but they're all boys with the eldest wondering why the Tigers never win. I have mates with older kids who tell me the next stage is when they start whinging why they have to barrack for Richmond because they lose all the time and their mates hang poo on them