(Not) singing the blues
Sometimes I think the old suburban rivalries have long since disappeared, their intensity diluted by the corporatisation of football and the loss of those tribal home grounds which each had their own identity, feel and (at the Western Oval at least) smell. Maybe those hatreds have become meaningless in the modern era of The Truly National Competition.But then I hear the Carlton theme song. And I instantly know that isn't the case at all.We were a couple of blocks away from...