Some of us turned back to our typewriters and the other implements of our labours and pondered again the Kodachrome gloss that sporting combat and skill of the highest order occasionally visits upon otherwise routine lives
Maybe we should look a little deeper into this disparity between our more fanciful notions of noble sporting engagement and the reality. We’re talking ambiguity, or the lies we tell ourselves even when he think we are telling the truth.
There was also the chastening realisation that I had become the dreaded PlayStation dad I had often scoffed at; trying to direct their on-field reincarnation
Each incoming wave a new beginning, each retreating wave another present joy turned to irretrievable past. The same but always changing . . . fresh grains swooshing in and old ones swishing out all the time
Different sports, same ambivalence towards macho antics The TV cameras seemed to show Philly McMahon’s hand had made contact with the areaContinue Reading