Welcome return to the sports sidelines
Here we are. Standing in the face of a global pandemic, with things under control as a nation.
So much so that we are now seeing the return of kids winter sports, and maybe even no restrictions as to numbers on the sidelines.
As a father to three, I’ve done a few years of winter sports and I thought, for those that may be making the first move to the sidelines we could take a look at the sorts of sideline supporters you may encounter.
There’s the winter wooller — This hearty supporter is obviously prepared for anything that the day may through their way. Ugg boots with woollen lining, thermals, trakkies, and the most gigantic hooded woollen jumper and coat you’ve ever seen. Somewhere in amongst the six sheep worth of fibre hanging from the cuffs and lining sits a face and two mittens, the only sign that maybe in amongst the material is a person, often accompanied by a mini winter wooler trailing 2 metres behind.
The super shouter — The most enthusiastic of the supporters, will not only through encouraging team building comments from the sidelines but even sometimes a full plan of attack for the next 10 minutes of gameplay.
“PASS IT TO THE WING, TAKE IT UP THE GUTS, BACK TO CENTRE, FIRE IT OFF TO AMY, THEN BACK TO KELLY FOR THE GOAL”
The back row bandit — This supporter has already seen their fair share of games. Perhaps parent to three with the third on the second or third year of their sporting career, yeah, it’s awesome and all, but so is finding a snuggly spot at the back of the bleacher to enjoy a coffee and some social media. Who says we can’t multitask.
The food fanatic — After hurriedly dropping the sportsperson with the rest of the team this supporter will proceed immediately to the canteen and check the menu. “Is the deep fryer on yet?” they’ll casually ask, followed by “Yeah loaded fries times two and a hotdog would be good cheers.” That should be enough to last the first half, perhaps an extra visit at half time. (Okay so potentially this one is self-discovered)
The my kids the legend — Let’s face it, most teams have one or two superstars. The go-to players in times of trouble. The guaranteed goal scorers.
The my kids the legends are usually terribly nice and seemingly unaware that they are the bringers of champions. Love a long black.
Good luck out there teams, and welcome back sports!