’Tis Better To Have Loved And Lost

She wore a yellow dress with three stripes at the front. Red first, blue in the middle and then red again. Creamy white tights covered her legs, and pink shoes dangled in the air as she gently swung her feet backwards and forwards in time with the clickety clack of the train tracks.

As our eyes met, my first instinct was to look away, to pretend the gaze was incidental, to act almost as if I was surprised to have found myself looking in her direction, in any direction at all. But something deep down told me to hold for a second, to keep looking and see what I might find.

It might sound cliché, like something created with special effects for a movie scene, but I swear her eyes glistened. There’s no other word for it. They twinkled like stars in the sky, and at that moment it felt as if I’d never be able to look away. Continue reading ’Tis Better To Have Loved And Lost

House of Cards

On Saturday night at Pepper Stadium, it took the Warriors just forty minutes to craft a work of absolute beauty. Guided by the steady hands of Kieran Foran, they built their biggest lead of the season, stacking up try after try until the score grew to 28–6. It was a mixture of precision,

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pace and excitement that had everyone in Warrior Nation enraptured as the halftime whistle blew. Continue reading House of Cards

Hard-earned

Boy, did we need those two points.

As Mitchell Pearce slotted the field goal that put the Roosters ahead with 5 minutes to go, it felt like deja vu all over again. A courageous effort, against quality opposition, but ultimately Warrior Nation was about to finish second once more. We were a club that had made huge progress in recent weeks, but one that still hadn’t figured out how to win the close ones. With just three wins from the first nine rounds, the playoffs looked a long way away. Spirit levels were as damp as our clothes as we struggled to comprehend how a roster this talented could be so far off the playoff pace by the representative round. Frustration boiled over into gasps and groans as another unstructured play broke down.

And then, to the surprise of almost everyone at the ground, including the Sky Sports commentary team, Ashley Klein, the marvellous man that he is, pressed his whistle to his lips. It didn’t matter that no one really knew what had happened, all that mattered was that Ashley, wonderful Ashley, was pointing to the posts.

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Don’t Look Back In Anger

The Anzac round is one filled with remembrance. It’s a time to reflect on the lives of those who have come and gone before us, a time to honour the sacrifices they made for their country and for everyone who calls it home. It’s a time to consider the impact of not just the Anzac campaign, but of all wars, both then and now, and wonder why we can’t all get along. Lastly, it’s an opportunity to showcase the honour in battle, in fighting the good fight, no matter whether you win or lose.

And while Tuesday night did not end in celebration for those of us who reside in Warrior Nation, there was much to be proud of. In perhaps their most committed performance of the season, the men from Mt Smart travelled to enemy territory and found themselves leading the table-topping Storm at the 65-minute mark. The Warriors weren’t flashy — instead their performance felt rather Melbourne-like — but they were dedicated, and when they had opportunities to score, for the most part they took them. Continue reading Don’t Look Back In Anger

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