I've been a long time lurker here and thought there would be no better time to make my first post then right now. Last night was the first grand final I've ever attended. I sat there among a sea of red, white and blue cheering my lungs out for our team, for the boys we pay our hard earned to watch week by week. As the realisation came that we weren't going to win and as I saw maroon and white flood past me, out the gates and into the darkness ... I sat there, copping abuse left, right and centre. It wasn't because I was too legless to stand (although I was close), but it was the pride I felt for this wonderful team of ours that made me stay. Yes the result wasn't what we wanted, but by God I love being a Manly Warringah Sea Eagles fan. As a boy from Camden, with my local team being the toothless Tigers, I always feel the strangest sensation when surprised locals ask me why I follow the Eagles. It's something you can't describe, just knowing you're meant to follow such a great team. Surrounded by orange and black for the entire season and yet my heart and soul lies solely with the maroon and white. The first time I watched them run around on the television as a young boy, I knew that's the team I wanted to be passionate about. Something clicked in me and with no ties to the Manly region, with my family all supporting a different club, I knew straight away I would follow the Eagles from that day on for the rest of my life. And no matter what I'll always scream for our boys. I'll be walking proud today with my Manly jersey on. I'll just smile and wave at the abuse I cop, because I feel proud and honoured to follow a team such as ours. I'll never feel ashamed to wear our colours. Because we're Manly, and boy we're a lucky bunch. Enjoy the off season everyone.