THOSE of you who've stuck with this column from something like the start may remember that my opportunities for Wrexham watching on a weekly basis were initially favourable this season due to the limited requests for my professional presence at matches on a Saturday afternoon.
More recently though - thankfully, given the depressing nature of things at the Racecourse - the games have suddenly started coming thick and fast. I came into this line of work because I loved football, so going to games is the bit I enjoy best.
There are occasional exceptions, of course. I took a call from my editor last Friday asking if I was available to do a game the next day? Ever eager, I replied: "Yes, where do you want me?" "Chester," came the reply.
I asked him if it was a wind up, but no, it wasn't - he was sending me into the lion's den.
The first person I met when I got into the ground was Scarborough manager Russ Slade. I got to know him during the Cup run earlier this season, so we chatted.
I was soon doing that thing again where I start talking about being a Wrexham fan and how important it was that his players do their best to get a result. I even offered to do a bit of pre-match motivating in the dressing room.
My offer was declined. In fairness, his lads did give it a good go, but missed some great chances.
Chester scored once, then were dreadful, but still managed to hold on, even despite me giving a little rub to the Wrexham badge I was wearing under my Sky jacket. As the final whistle approached, I realised I was soon going to be joining cavorting, celebrating fans on the pitch, and so it came to pass.
Interviews were conducted, congratulations were offered but even amid all this joy, I couldn't find it in me to raise even a smile at seeing so many fellow followers of the game enjoying themselves.
It's ridiculous, it's illogical and it probably shows an emotional immaturity, but football rivalries run deep.
Of course, it doesn't help that they're on the up again at the same time as we appear to be in dramatic decline.
Their chairman is talking about investing millions, while ours seems to be desperately searching for enough cash to keep the club afloat through the summer.
Chester have suffered previously and we enjoyed their misfortune.
Now I'm sure our friends from across the border will be every bit as sympathetic to our current plight.
