FA+
Shop
What were you doing on the first of september 1996?
9 years ago
This journal contains no fetish or growth stuff ^^.
Turn the clock back to 1/9/1996. I was a small primary school aged kid, on a weekend trip with my family to watch the footy at the MCG. We lived several hours out of Melbourne, so this was the first game of AFL football I had watched live. I was a rabid North fan (still am a little), and I was in for a real treat as North rolled over Richmond, storming into the finals which they would ultimately end up winning.
I didn't notice the young player making his debut for us that game, a scrawny little teenager wearing 29 by the name of Brent Harvey. He had a shocker and couldn't get near it, racking up only one handball. His poor performance probably didn't come as a surprise to his coach, who a year earlier had berated to the draft team for giving him a jockey, not an AFL footballer.
But Harvey would cement himself into the team the next year. That's when grabbed my attention. North were giants in the late 90's, and had a star studded side headed by Carey, a man widely regarded by many to be the greatest player of all time. Yet had you asked me who my favourite player was in those days, I would have told you Boomer Harvey.
I was never one for having role models (even as a kid I never sought to emulate anyone), but I certainly took a lot of inspiration from him. Here was this tiny little shrimp who nonetheless could cut a team open by bursting in from nowhere. I admired that; there has always been something endearing to me about being underestimated. If Harvey could play footy, then who was I to doubt myself in any challenge? I never admired Harvey for being the best; it was about something deeper. But it was certainly a joy to watch him become the best over the coming years.
Fast forward to tonight, in a few hours, Harvey will run out onto the field for the 427th time, and break the games record, surpassing every player to pull on a jumper in the 120 years of the AFL. There are fewer sights more amazing than watching a 38 year old Harvey burn past teenagers who were born after he debuted. In more recent years as I myself start to age, he has found a new way to inspire.
So this is my heartfelt, if misplaced, tribute. Thanks Boomer for the years of excitement, inspiration and amazement; I could never have imagined you would get this far all those years ago.
Turn the clock back to 1/9/1996. I was a small primary school aged kid, on a weekend trip with my family to watch the footy at the MCG. We lived several hours out of Melbourne, so this was the first game of AFL football I had watched live. I was a rabid North fan (still am a little), and I was in for a real treat as North rolled over Richmond, storming into the finals which they would ultimately end up winning.
I didn't notice the young player making his debut for us that game, a scrawny little teenager wearing 29 by the name of Brent Harvey. He had a shocker and couldn't get near it, racking up only one handball. His poor performance probably didn't come as a surprise to his coach, who a year earlier had berated to the draft team for giving him a jockey, not an AFL footballer.
But Harvey would cement himself into the team the next year. That's when grabbed my attention. North were giants in the late 90's, and had a star studded side headed by Carey, a man widely regarded by many to be the greatest player of all time. Yet had you asked me who my favourite player was in those days, I would have told you Boomer Harvey.
I was never one for having role models (even as a kid I never sought to emulate anyone), but I certainly took a lot of inspiration from him. Here was this tiny little shrimp who nonetheless could cut a team open by bursting in from nowhere. I admired that; there has always been something endearing to me about being underestimated. If Harvey could play footy, then who was I to doubt myself in any challenge? I never admired Harvey for being the best; it was about something deeper. But it was certainly a joy to watch him become the best over the coming years.
Fast forward to tonight, in a few hours, Harvey will run out onto the field for the 427th time, and break the games record, surpassing every player to pull on a jumper in the 120 years of the AFL. There are fewer sights more amazing than watching a 38 year old Harvey burn past teenagers who were born after he debuted. In more recent years as I myself start to age, he has found a new way to inspire.
So this is my heartfelt, if misplaced, tribute. Thanks Boomer for the years of excitement, inspiration and amazement; I could never have imagined you would get this far all those years ago.
True :)
I imagine your father lifted.
Was this the Kosovo one?
Independence Day (film) joke.
Sorry couldn't resist.
You and hood husky could be twins
Man, there are a lot of relatively young people who watch you. XD
What is your age? If I had to guess it would be around 40?
And yeah, I think most furries tend to skew younger so it's no suprise ^^. It's a growing fandom and the growth seems to be coming from new adults ^^.
And that is only videogames, there where also cereals with anthro characters like the tiger from Frosted Flakes, the bird from Coco Puffs and the Cheerios Bee, not only that but there where a TON of cartoons with antrho characters in it and they still apear today.
The thing is that in the 90's there was an special BOOM in antrho characters everywhere for some reason that only the companies who created them knows (probably mostly because animals are atractive to children and maybe that Disney was doing well with their anthro characters at the time.... damn that sounds so wrong if used in another context).
I pretty much guarantee you that there is possibly atleast 1 piece of r34 of this obscure characters somewhere in the internet, it is somewhat scary to think about it really, but who I am to judge, I like renamon boobies. XD
Not enoying much of the music of the time though being late-stage of britpop and with men being urged to "rediscover their inner bloke (ugh)".
This september though I can't recall the date (best guess is the middle of the month) will be the time I've been online *and* been a furry for a whole 20 years(!).
SP
The very next year, on August 31st, 1997, I remember moving to a new house, turning on the tv after I set it up, and finding out that Princess Diana had just passed away. Every single channel was showing the news about her.
Don't get much coverage of AFL here in UK but I watched a match or two when I visited last year. Really enjoyed it.
Damn...
Still a good read.