I was ****ting like a big black Alsatian last week because of the Leichhardt hoodoo.
What was so cruel was the way the afternoon toyed with my emotions.
We looked flat and when Taylor scored, I thought, here we go, another Leichhardt ambush. Then we zipped ahead and I was feeling jubilant that the hoodoo would be broken.
Then when Lolohea kicked the side line conversion to make it 20-12 I said "here they come" and sure enough they came. Then when Perrett scored, I thought great, that should stem the tide and break the comeback apart and then BANG! Tigers go straight in again.
Then when Wright captured the ball and stayed in the field of play, I thought, we are going to hang on, then BANG Parker drops the pill and the Leichhardt hoodoo remains.
I almost had to call an ambulance to come and collect my palpitating heart off the floor.
Every season I pray that we win at Leichhardt and that we beat the Eels and the Dogs. So far I've only got one of my wishes...I came so close to getting another on Sunday but alas, it evaded me.