Tag Archives: Mason Lino

Run Roger Run

For anyone who hasn’t seen it, Run Lola Run is a 1998 German movie that explores a number of different themes through a recurring sequence of events in which Lola has 20 minutes to save her boyfriend’s life. One of those key themes is how much chance can impact one’s destiny, how the smallest deviation in timing or action can have a major impact on the final outcome. Today, we replay some key moments from the past two months of the Warriors season, to examine how different things might look with only a few small tweaks to history. Continue reading Run Roger Run

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Half Full or Half Empty?

At the halfway point in the season, the Warriors find themselves in 5th, with eight wins and only four losses. It’s their best start to a year since 2002 — a year that finished with a minor premiership and a date at the big dance. That’s impressive company, but with a losing record over their past seven games, the worries of recent years are creeping back. So are the wheels falling off? Or is it finally our year? The NRL Warrior tries to make sense of it all with a good old-fashioned debate. Glass Half Full is arguing for optimism. Glass Half Empty is arguing that things aren’t as good as the ladder suggests.

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Nightmare

On Saturday night, I dreamed a dream that I hadn’t dreamed for a long time. It used to come and go while I was at high school, and turned up again a few times at university, but I had thought it was long gone. To this day, I’m yet to figure out exactly what it all means. Continue reading Nightmare

What Goes Up Must Come Down

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.

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