On 6 June last year, I was in a dark room behind a hole-in-the-wall bar in Woolloongabba when I delivered what I believed to be a hard truth to an old mate.
We are past our mid-30s now. An age when life’s possibilities no longer appear infinite, when the topics of conversations are less of risky adventure and boundless ambition and more of hobby, career and mortgage. My friend was seeking solace. Having racked up six losses and a draw from the opening 11 rounds, the Brisbane Lions were sitting 13th on the ladder and appeared on track to miss the finals of the 2024 AFL season.
