Wednesday night was one of those nights. A re-run of that awful movie that’s screened far too often in cinemas throughout Warrior Nation in recent years. The opposition seems unstoppable, the men from Mt Smart can’t make a tackle and the game is lost before you’ve really registered what is happening.
It was a horrible night, one that brought back so many awful memories of seasons past. Six years of failure all rolled into one continuous loop of missed tackles and knock-ons. A never-ending collection of heads in hands and shirts pulled over the eyes and the frustration and the tears and the doubts and that feeling you get what you think it must be your turn to experience that winning feeling and it doesn’t seem fair that you can care this much about something and try so hard to give it everything you’ve got, to dedicate your time and money to something you can’t control without experiencing the joy and the absolute ecstasy of seeing all your dreams come true. It doesn’t seem fair.
Continue reading What Goes Up Must Come Down
It’s been a busy week at NRL Warrior HQ so there’s been no time to tell stories, but despite the men from Mt Smart sitting safely in the Top 4 regardless of what happens on Friday night, this game feels particularly important to set the tone for the remainder of the season. Here’s six things I’ll be watching out for against the Dragons. Continue reading Set of Six
I remember being tucked up in bed, maybe I was five or six, and listening to my dad tell me a story about a boulder named Barry. I could be wrong, but I think he was reciting it from memory. Or making it up. Either way, I don’t recall there being a book in his hands and I’ve never seen or heard the story again since. I must ask Dad next time I see him. Continue reading Like a Rolling Stone
If you have children, you might occasionally lie in bed late at night with your eyes open, staring into the darkness, wondering what might become of them. What will they do? Where will they go? What will they dream about? What will they love?
You might also wonder if you’re doing a good job. Am I teaching them everything they need to know? Do they see my bad habits? Are they genetically disposed to follow in my footsteps? How do I know if they are truly happy? Maybe you’re simply hoping that they’ll go back to sleep, or that they won’t wake up, because you can’t handle one more night of ‘Dad, I need some water’ or ‘Turn the music back on’ at 3am.
Continue reading They’ll Thank You For It Later