I am a picky person. When I want something, I want THAT EXACT THING and nothing else will suffice regardless of cost or location or sheer difficulty. It’s useless trying to get me to settle for something else because I don’t want it. I want the other thing. This applies to clothes, shoes, food, people and naps – with very few exceptions. I am, essentially, my supplier’s dream customer and their competitor’s worst nightmare because I do not except substitutes. And, apparently, I’m not the only one.
Most AFL fans are like this as well.
That’s right folks, today we’re talking about substitution. Ah, Economics.