The above tweet was sent out this week from the account of the wonderful Dad And Mog Footy Podcast. Immediately that I saw it I replied with a moment that I'd been thinking of for the previous couple of days.
It was not a North Melbourne finals win (those have been few and far between for most of the last 15 years), nor even a particularly significant home and away win.
The game was at Docklands early in the 2007 season, North taking on Essendon. I attended it with my Essendon supporting cousin, my wife, my sister and my brother-in-law - a real family outing.
It was memorable for a couple of reasons, one of which being that it was the last time retiring greats, Glenn Archer and James Hird, would play against each other. The sight of two of my favourite players, from any club, swapping jumpers at the conclusion of the match was unforgettable. A real throwback to another era.
Also making this game a memorable one was that it was the senior debut of Bachar Houli. His debut made news at the time for the fact that he was the first devout Muslim to play in the AFL. While that is not strictly true, a Muslim playing the "Australian game" was certainly significant in the post-2001 political and social climate.
It was a genuine privilege and honour to witness Houli's first game, especially knowing his background. He didn't have a huge impact on the outcome, but he did kick a goal and get a few touches. In the end his Bombers went down by four goals. Exiting the ground, though, you could be forgiven that his team had won and he was best on ground.
Those who have attended a game at Docklands and had to walk from the arena in the direction of Spencer St. know that it can be a slow and tedious journey. On this night it was joyous. Members of Melbourne's Lebanese community had come to the game to celebrate Houli's debut and the match result was of little significance to how they chose to do so. There was singing, dancing, percussion and unbridled happiness. To answer Dad and Mog's question, that moment was my happiest moment at the footy.
The reason that game had been on my mind recently was because of events at Adelaide Oval on Saturday night. A couple of years before Bachar's first game, I watched another young player take the field for a first time in an AFL match. In 2005 I was at Docklands in Round One to see North play Carlton, the debut game of Eddie Betts.
The thing that struck me most about Betts that day was his goal sense. He finished with a couple of goals from a handful of kicks but he just looked dangerous - he caught the eye. I've followed his career pretty closely ever since, as I have with Bachar Houli. I'm sure I've seen a number of players in their debut matches, but I can honestly only definitely tell you of those two, no others must be as significant.
One of the things that set these two men apart from the majority of AFL players is that, whether through choice or circumstance, they represent not only themselves and their clubs but their community. That is the lot of the non-Anglo footballer. It is also something that Anglo football followers can never fully grasp.
It's easy for me, a white Australian male with British ancestry, to watch footy and feel accepted. Almost everyone I see during a game looks pretty much like me. For all the strides the game has made to welcome people of all colours and from all walks of life, players from minority groups still make up a very small percentage on AFL lists.
For an Aboriginal supporter, or a second generation Lebanese migrant, or a Sudanese refugee, you have one player on your team, if you're lucky, that knows your culture, history, struggles and way of life. That is why when a spectator throws a banana at a indigenous footballer, or hurls racial abuse, they are not only doing it at the player in front of them but their community.
Listening to the another excellent podcast this week, Follow Sports Like A Girl, I heard what Marngrook host, Shelley Ware, had to say about the incident at Adelaide Oval and how it had affected her and her young son. It is people like Shelley that we should look to at times like these. It is well and good for white men, myself included, to come out and condemn the actions of the lady in Adelaide, but we could never articulate the hurt that it causes.
If I could say it succinctly, I'm disappointed. The game between Port Adelaide and Adelaide was an absolute cracker, befitting of their fierce rivalry. Eddie Betts was Adelaide's best player and his last goal to seal the match would be a Goal of the Year contender if it wasn't simply what we've come to expect from him every week. Instead of talking about that this week, the talk has been hijacked by an act of spite and hatred. By all means get passionate at the footy, but have the sense to stop yourself at the point of abuse and throwing items at players.
Both Port and Adelaide Football Clubs should be commended for the thorough and swift nature with which they've handled this issue, and Betts especially is to be congratulated with his approach to it all. I pray that these incidents are soon to be a thing of the past, though. We need to be better as a society than to have adults, and indeed children, behaving in that manner. These men that we watch every week should bring joy, not anger.
People like Eddie Betts and Bachar Houli, and other people of colour playing AFL, are leaders. Gone are the times when they could be treated as uppity black men in a white man's world. The demand our respect and should be treated as such, and anyone that is unable to do that can find another pastime because they're not welcome here.