Day 72 - 21.04.2012

I like orange. Not oranges, just the colour orange. In fact, I don't like Cointreau, so if we ever got to a bar together, don't get me a B52. And definitely don't buy me a blue lagoon. Blue Curacao is an orange abomination.

I think my love of orange stems from a citrus baby blanket I once had.  The formative years can be blamed for a lot. Although I prefer red-based oranges, not those that err on the side of yellow, I now have a football team to follow - the new GWS (Greater Western Sydney) Giants team. 

They look young. I suppose when you are that age you are used to running around. Young males spend a lot of time running after a sex partner and opportunities, and running away from cab drivers and responsibility.  This makes them good on sports grounds. 

For a fan, an orange team is economical. You can go to any discount variety shop and pick up high-visibility clothing and socks, and voila! Instant team colours. Likewise, come Halloween, fans would have an outfit pre-prepared.

I quite like the GWS song too. It's in the old fashioned 1940's style, and makes me feel like going into battle. You can listen to it here:

http://www.gwsgiants.com.au/theres-a-big-big-sound-from-the-west-of-the-town.html

Sing along and wave an orange witches' hat (pick up one from your local council depot) around chaps:

 

Well there's a big big sound
From the West of the town
It's the sound of the mighty GIANTS

You feel the ground A-SHAKING
The other teams are quaking
In their boots before the GIANTS

We take the longest strides
And the highest leap
We're stronger than the rest

We're the Greater Western Sydney GIANTS
We're the biggest and the best

And we will never surrender
We'll fight until the end
We're greater than the rest