I’m starting with an apology, because this blog is quite shorter and stranger than usual. To expand on this, I’m going to discuss three things today, so hopefully someone can relate to this.
1.) Let’s rip that plaster off now. As you may or may not know, I’m somewhat of a New Zealand rugby supporter. I’ve said this before, but I’m a product of my environment. That being the case, the All Blacks lost the Rugby World Cup Final to South Africa 12-11 on Sunday morning (NZ time), so I’ve been working through a lot of emotions. I’ve been here before, so the emotions aren’t new.
I’m not going to talk about the game, the referee, or the TMO. When I’m ready to talk about these things in a semi-literate way, I will; just not today.
I acknowledge that South Africa won the final, and the All Blacks did not. Congratulations to the Springboks for being the first team to win the William Webb Ellis trophy for a record fourth time.
2.) I travelled to Dunedin on Saturday to watch the Black Ferns vs. Wales, which was part of the WXV1 tournament. I suffered the car trip with my wife, UMC1, and UMC2; and for those unfamiliar with UMC1 and UMC2, they’re my sons: Unmatured Clone 1 (8 years old) and Unmatured Clone 2 (5 years old).
The boys loved it. UMC2 brought his yellow budget binoculars to watch the game and got some hot chips, so he was stoked with the experience. UMC1 had a blast shouting and cheering, as well as calling out set pieces and penalties. The Black Ferns won 70-7, which was quite entertaining and amazing.
Here are some of the photos. I’m sorry about the quality, but I’m a crap photographer.
3.) So what’s the point of this short blog? I admire a range of different people for various reasons, so I view them as heroes. This covers people that are alive or dead; male or female and everything in between; people with different religions and different nationalities; scientists, politicians, artists, writers, and everybody else.
I also admire a lot of sports people from different sports and countries. One day I’ll make a blog where I’ll list my heroes, but for the moment, I’m going to discuss a small number of them. You see, some of my heroes wear black.
I’m a grown man-child, and even though it sounds stupid to say it out loud, but the All Blacks and the Black Ferns are some of my heroes. I bleed black.
I mentioned this on Twitter, but I’ll expand upon it further. I was raised with rugby union and rugby league. My grandfathers played, my great-uncles played, my father played, my uncles played, my cousins played, I played, and now my nephew plays. And maybe one day, UMC1 and UMC2 will play as well.
It’s this reason that I developed my love for the All Blacks, and then the Black Ferns. I’ve been a fan of New Zealand rugby since I was a boy, and I promise you, I always will be.
When the All Blacks, Black Ferns and the Sevens teams play, I do what I can to watch and support them. They’re my heroes because they are the best of us at what they do. Week in and week out, they play for us. I bleed black.
For me, it’s not about winning or losing; they’re my teams, and I’ll support them forever. We belong to them, and they belong to us. We experience the triumphs and failures with them because they come from us.
I don’t love them because they win World Cups and multiple tests (though that does help), and I don’t hate them when they lose. I love them because they don’t remember their victories; they remember their losses. They use it for fuel and motivation, to pick themselves up and to go again. Harder, faster, stronger, and to improve so they can be the best. I bleed black.
Like everybody’s favourite Dagobah resident once said:
“The greatest teacher, failure is.”
Before winning the World Cup for a historic sixth time last year, the Black Ferns had to rebuild themselves after failure, and the All Blacks will do the same. They are stunning examples of role models for all of the tamariki (children) of my country. I’ve noticed recently that when the All Blacks and Black Ferns play, UMC1 and UMC2 are in awe of them, just like me. I bleed black.
After the final, UMC2 asked if I wanted to kick and pass the ball with him outside, and then UMC1 joined us after a few minutes. UMC2 told me that he was a Black Fern, while UMC1 was an All Black.
I feel this setback will only inspire the next generation to step up and play. Anyway, what do I know? I’m 100% biased and I bleed black.
And that concludes this week’s rant. Thanks once again for reading, following, and subscribing to Some Geek Told Me. I’m also on Twitter and Mastodon, so please drop by and say hello.
Please don’t forget to walk your dog, read a banned book, donate to the Gaza Humanitarian crisis, and I’ll see you next week.
Sorry, before I go, I’d like to mention that the Cricket World Cup is still on and that Tier 2 and Tier 3 rugby nations exist as well. The fun never ends!
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