The 2010 Brownlow Medal - "And now, the end is near. And so I face the final curtain"

Here it is! It's what we've all been waiting for, and it finally commences tonight at 7.30PM AEST! I haven't been this excited since, well... last year's Brownlow, but I sure do feel like a kid on Christmas Eve once again.

As this will be my last blog entry before the spectacle that is the Brownlow medal, i'd like to take this opportunity to wish all of my readers out there, and punters in general the best of luck, and I hope my blog has been somewhat informative and held you in good stead throughout the year. Let's hope we can all take the bookies to the cleaners and make a tidy profit come the end of tonight!

In signing off, I thought i'd leave you with the lyrics to Frank Sinatra's rendition of 'My Way', which I think is quite reminiscent of the trials and tribulations us hardcore Brownlow followers have faced in the lead up to tonight's main event. Sure, we've doubted ourselves, planned relentlessly, pondered over many a multi, but just have faith in your bets and regardless of what other opinions people may have, take solace in the fact that yes, "you did it your way".

"And now, the end is near,
And so I face the final curtain.
My friends, I'll say it clear;
I'll state my case of which I'm certain.


I've lived a life that's full -
I've travelled each and every highway.
And more, much more than this,
I did it my way.


Regrets? I've had a few,
But then again, too few to mention.
I did what I had to do
And saw it through without exemption.


I planned each charted course -
Each careful step along the byway,
And more, much more than this,
I did it my way.


Yes, there were times, I'm sure you knew,
When I bit off more than I could chew,
But through it all, when there was doubt,
I ate it up and spit it out.
I faced it all and I stood tall
And did it my way.


I've loved, I've laughed and cried,
I've had my fill - my share of losing.
But now, as tears subside,
I find it all so amusing.


To think I did all that,
And may I say, not in a shy way -
Oh no. Oh no, not me.
I did it my way.


For what is a man? What has he got?
If not himself - Then he has naught.
To say the things he truly feels
And not the words of one who kneels.
The record shows I took the blows
And did it my way.


Yes, it was my way."