There’s something so wonderfully amusing about trains. Especially on nights with AFL games (except when you get caught amongst the crowd going home), and I suppose this applies to all nights with major sports events in general. I write this sitting on the train, there is obviously a game happening tonight, because the car is full of people sporting two different team colours. Sat across from me are two grown burly-looking men, not travelling together, just sat next to each other. One supports one team, the other supports the other.
The passive tension is visible in their body language, and I can’t help but giggle at it.