Dear Mitch,
Happy birthday for Tuesday. You’ve earned it. Your 34-touch performance against Port was inspiring, and a great reaction to the flack you copped for your views on the Demons. On one level, I loved every minute of it. But on another, it worried me.
You see, Mitch, I had you pegged as the next great Carlton cult figure.
You know the type. They’re rarely the best player in the side. Sometimes they’d never even have got a game with another club. Sometimes they were stupidly brave, like Ken Hunter. Sometimes they were loyal, like Simon "The Chief" Wiggins. Maybe they had a certain look about them, like Vin Catoggio. Or they hung around like Luke O'Sullivan. Or they brought the crowd together with a ‘WOOF’ as they kicked out of defence, like Val Perovic, or later, Ang Christou. Sometimes all it took was a handy nickname, like "WOW" (don’t ask how he got it).
I put you with them, Mitch. You had all the attributes. Enthusiasm. A sense of humour. You’re even Tasmanian, which gets you an extra point. But on Sunday, you showed a little too much…skill. You were a little too…good. 34 touches, Mitch? 8 clearances? Are you serious?
Look Mitch, enjoy your birthday week. But this weekend, when you’re running out there, think hard. Do you want to be a cult hero, or just a regular, plain old hero? It already happened to Jeffy. Think about whether you want it to happen to you.
Regards,
Tangled Up In Blues.
Who are your favourite cult Blues?
