My first Dogs memory, and where the passion was born, was the 1980 GF. My dad took me to the SCG - I was 5. Couldn't see a thing because there were so many people, so much noise and I was too short, with sun in my eyes, but I remember the sounds, and moreso, the feeling of pride! I would always go to BSG and sit on the Eastern side... on the wooden bench seats and watch from third grade onwards... I would always get so antsy waiting for the firsts, budding my dad for the sugar roasted peanuts, the fresh hot dogs, cans of drink... I remember one time getting a splinter the size of a nail in my butt cheek... from that same spot, my dad and I created memories I now tell my kids about... I remind my dad now of things he'd forgotten or taken for granted that me, as a kid didn't... they were truly the days... no TV screen... you had to guess if a try was scored on the opposite corner, just follow the crowd... being up close to the play, so close you could smell the dencorub. You could heard the tackles and the players yelling instructions to each other. Watching Lamb, the Mortimers, the Hughes', Gillespie, Folkes, Langmack, Potter, Kelly, Bugden, Tunks and of course Billy Johnstone. Seeing him bash the shit out of Les Boyd at the end of a scrum 10 metres away was frikken awesome... I was swinging air punches at 8 or 9 years old... It was especially tense when we'd play the Eels, or Manly. Seeing Sterling, Ella and Kenny - I loved but hated them. The walk back to the car, with thousands of other dogs fans, through the streets of Belmore then getting stuck in traffic for 45 mins whilst listening to the radio, 2gb or 2ue... most often we'd win, but damn it was miserable if we lost. I've enjoyed our successes through the 90s and early 2000s and follow the club religiously, but they're nothing compared to the 1980s where we were tough, uncompromising, exciting and respected... i was the perfect age, and could tell you any stat... I remember that era in the same way the movie Stand By Me is made... fondly, the best years of life, where things were simpler and better, and sadly, never to be relived... im not happy where the club is today... none of us are... but somehow, some way, we'll climb back to the top, I just hope it's soon. My own son, now 14, has memories of 2 lost GFs and years of under performance. The poor kid... he said 2 weeks ago when watching the SOO, "dad, its so good to follow a team that actually dominates and wins"... to his credit he's loyal and hopeful... anyway, sorry for the long post... its what happens when you drift off into the old memory bank... love you doggy fans!!!