Tonight, however, I'm sitting as close as I can get to a TV in the Mail Exchange hotel in Melbourne.
As our season took a turn for the worse a few months ago I changed my round 24 travel plans from Perth to Melbourne. So here I sit feeling like I've left half my leg at home.
The game has not gotten off to the best of starts. At quarter time we've failed to register any score while the Eagles have registered a comfortable 17-point lead.
I'm pleased to see the rain falling. I reckon it could even up the competition between the AFL’s fourth ranked side and us. After all, we are only less than three goals behind.
Things have taken a turn for the worst in the second quarter. The margin is rapidly growing in West Coast's favour and Dwayne Russell keeps reminding me it's been our worst season ever. Things have gotten so bad my mum, who notoriously lacks a sweet tooth, is ordering dessert.
The scoreboard reads a worrying West Coast 10.6 66 to Adelaide 2.0 12 at half time. Kurt Tippett and Jared Petrenko are our only goals scorers.
During the break in play I'm not surprised to learn we are down in contested possessions 89-68. Thankfully my cup of two scoops lemon and one scoop strawberry sorbet seems to be slightly improving the situation.
Bernie Vince scores a goal early in the third term to get the game moving in the right direction. Despite his efforts we're failing to even put a dent in the Eagles forever expanding score.
Our problem is clearly being unable to get the ball inside our forward 50 let alone anywhere near the marked arch. This banging the ball forward in hope business is not much chop to be frank. Our run and carry that saw us almost defeat the Cats has all but vanished seemingly lost somewhere over the Great Australian Bite.
With every failed attempt at a tackle and sloppy conceded free kick, I'm practically counting down the seconds until we can close the door on this season. Mum has already given up deciding to instead spring clean her email inbox partway through the final term.
I'm managing to hold on until the end. We've seen some shockers this season could it really get any worse?
Thankfully we've avoided a 100-point drubbing but I can't hide my disappointment with the way we've bowed out this year. While there may not have been much to play for, in terms of a run into the finals or a home crowd to impress, I thought we'd at least give it a red hot crack for pride's sake.
As I'm leaving the big screen TV at the hotel and our season behind I can't help but hope that's the last we'll see of that.
