CSM: Chapter 1.
A fellow Collingwood supporter, Repoman, suggested this idea to me years ago – to write about my lifelong support of Collingwood, as it would occur in a story. He suggested it could be like Nick Hornby’s Fever Pitch. So, after collating tons of notes and lots of false starts, I just thought I’d go ahead with it and see where it takes me. If it works, great; if it doesn’t, well, um, blame Repoman. I’m also running a parallel Twitter account, which can be found here. Anyway, here’s the very first instalment. I hope to serialise others throughout the year. 1. Those Damn Misprints. It’d be great if…
Granted
You take a lot of things for granted. You take for granted your physical health. That’s cliché, but it’s also true. For years, I ate crap and taxed my body with irregular meals. One day, I woke up and found I was suddenly fructose and lactose intolerant. I also found I was reactive hypoglycemic. Just like that. I’m sure that, in actuality, I was deteriorating into those conditions, my body regulating normalcy until it could no more, like a button whose twine frays but allows the button to still function until it finally snaps clean off. You take for granted your mental health, that you’ll always have the resiliency to…