Dude. Like, just... dude. Whoa.... duuuuuuuuuude.

The above title succinctly and eloquently encapsulates my full feelings on the Hawthorn vs Sydney Grand Final, and can obviously serve as a handy summary, news report, and review of the whole affair. In fact, it would be pretty pointless writing anything else about it, ever again. Of course, some commentators may haggle with the strategic theorem expressed in my second ellipsis, but those people really don't know what they're talking about.