I can't wait for season 2011.
I can't wait to see how this lightning NAB thing works out.
I can't wait to see the slightly new score boxes that Channels 7 & 10 will have.
I can't wait to hear games on Channel 10 with Michael Christian more often and Kelli Underwhelmingwood relegated to the boundary.
I can't wait for The Footy Show.
I can't wait for Sam Newman to say something funny and Robyn Riley to write another 200-word piece dissecting an offhand comment.
I can't wait for JB to say, "that's funny, Garry!"
I can't wait for the Saturday Rub.
I can't wait for beers on a Friday night watching the footy in my mate's garage.
I can't wait to see Gold Coast make their debut.
I can't wait to see how Ablett goes in his first game as captain.
I can't wait to see how Collingwood perform.
I can't wait to see people turn their noses up when Geelong remind everyone that one player and a disinterested coach don't make a team.
I can't wait to read Mike Sheahan bandwagoning.
I can't wait for the moment I don't have to hear Michael Slater, Ian Healy or Tony Greig anymore.
I can't wait for that lovely, red (though it will be yellow), oval-shaped piece of luscious leather to go booming into the turf when Carlton take on Richmond on the Thursday the 24th of March, in exactly 44 days, 21 hours and 28 minutes.
/GAF