PSA

As you may have read below, I now write for Sportingo. So from now on all my sport related content will sit there and I’ll place a link to it from here (with a little teaser excerpt).

Any other shit I want to write about will be here (unless it’s about Wellington then it’ll be here)

Please resume your normal blog-grazing.

Fabulous Prizes

Some of my readers may have noticed that the blog has been a bit sparse of late. This is mainly due to me taking on a bunch of extra-extra-curricular activities. One of these is Sportingo, a user-content sports page.

Well the other day I discovered that one of my articles had won a prize! Third place, but who cares a prize is a prize.

I’m sure it’s just a short step from here to getting paid to write this stuff.

Something for the Christmas stocking

Matt Te Pou is one of the most successful coaches of rugby ever and I have often said so. Matt gave up coaching after his New Zealand Maori defeated the touring British and Irish Lions in Hamilton. This year Matt McIlraith put together an (auto)biography with Te Pou called Against The Odds and I was lucky enough to be given a copy.

I have to admit I was expecting the usual sports book: we played this game, then we played that game etc etc then I retired. Instead the book is more like a dissection of Maori culture in sport and discovery of roots. The more I read the more I was reminded of the movie Ali (a film that was ironically criticised for focussing too much on the sport).

Te Pou had the players embrace their Maori culture introducing kaumatua (elders) to lead the team spiritually and even had the players sing waiata and practice kapa haka (once this took the place of doing a training run). This style of coaching galvanised the players but also took them on a journey.

Many of the players interviewed for the book had little or no knowledge of their whakapapa (genealogy). Many said that once they started digging their families were extremely supportive and often extremely proud of their heritage. Often these players are the ones that were derided by outsiders for not looking “Maori enough”; Glenn Jackson, Tony Brown, Paul Tito.

But it is still a sports book and it is jam packed with sporting anecdotes and such. But what I love are the stats! Wooooweeee there’s some good stats in this book. And considering the NZRU’s still keeping to it’s “nobody wants to see stats” line, this is a godsend.

Finally I have a personal connection to this book. In 2005 I was contracted by Te Puni Kokiri (The Ministry of Maori Affairs) to do a series of factsheets looking at various aspects. Often these were topical issues for example I wrote one about Maori in Contemporary Music (pdf) for New Zealand Music Week. Just before the Lions tour started I got a call saying that I was to create a factsheet about Maori in Rugby and have it ready before the NZ Maori played the Lions. This gave me two weeks to do a 5 week job. Late nights and phone calls to the NZRU finally produced a document (pdf) that I’m still very proud of. And now I’m even prouder as my work was cited in Against the Odds (page 27 for those of you who want to have a look).

Also as a thank you for my work on the sheet the Minister of Maori Affairs, Hon Parekura Horomia, (who wrote the foreword to the book) had me join his group that held a dinner for the New Zealand Maori team a few days out from their game against the Lions. I spent the night talking with Matt and his staff long after the players had left. I wrote about it here.

Against the Odds is available through all good booksellers.

Season of the Bloke

We have just finished Movember in a flurry of parties and manishness but what about next year?

An email conversation amongst my friends has come up with this: The Season of the Bloke* . The season is, somewhat ironically, Spring.

We already have Movember which follows Rocktober. But what could cover the month of September, known for it's bouncing lambs and daffodils? How about Bicep-tember?!?!!!

At the beginning of Biceptember you start to work out the "guns" and hopefully come the 30th you'll look like Popeye (Update: on actually looking at Popeye he doesn't have any biceps at all!). You then have a month of relaxing with a beer and listening to your choice of rock music in Rocktober, all the while contemplating your facial hair for Movember.

That is not to say that it is scrictly for men. Women are more than welcome to join in Biceptember and Rocktober, we'll draw the line at Movember though if you don't mind.


*(Copyright: Che Tibby 2006)