Great thread. Only go a few times a season now to due to increased travelling distance but when I walked in there last Saturday it was a thing of beauty and a sight to behold. Absence makes the heart grow fonder.
Not totally related to yours, but the last home league game I attended was also the Boro match.
The buzz when I reach L4 is an aphrodisiac to me. To enter the ground is, well, best I stop there.
Thing is, I didn't enter the ground for that one, unlike yourself.
A couple of weeks ago I posted on this wall that I have been a match going junkie since 1954. I also stated that I thought I was a jinx. I don't know if paranoia has a firm grip of me, but I think I had better go incognito in future in case I am spotted.
Truth is, my wife and I took two weeks holiday up by John o' Groats, but I promised myself I was going to the game.
Just after midnight I set off on the 550 mile drive. I made good time, had a snack, and made it home in just over nine hours.
Feeling good, I checked on GOT to catch up with ant latest news, as there was not a good signal where we stayed.
Fell asleep.
Woke up, missed the match (screams were heard). Check up on GOT again and find it is a late kick off. Huzzah.
Fire up the wheels and burn rubber. Next stop........Dame Goodison.
All tiredness evaporated. Just like my hopes as I had left my season ticket in a remote northerly part of Scotland.
So, I hung around Stanley Park for somewhere to go. Then a muffled cheer. Jeez, we are a goal down, but I still hang around until half time waiting for a roar for the equaliser. Which never came.
Back to the car and back on the M ways.
A further 550 miles, but this time taking an hour and a half longer I reached my destination. Turned off the ignition, picked my coat out of the boot, and there looking up at me was my season ticket. (maybe it's not paranoia, maybe it's senility).
AAAAAAAAGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHH!
So there we have it. 1100 mile round trip, twenty and a half hours driving, and we only won because I did one when we were a goal down. Is it me? I do wonder. Would we have won had I remained/actually been in the ground? The answer of course, is, yes. I do not have any influence over matters, because if I did, TRS would be a thing of memory.
Mind you, I was walking like Groucho, the Marx brother and not our mod; and resembled Rob Zombie, but without needing any make up. But the fact is, Everton won, so that was the most important thing, and the sole reason for the journey.
The effort was more than worthwhile, and yes, I will be there for the Palace game, because as you stated, the adrenalin rush when you see the ground makes rocket fuel seem like tepid milk.