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A Question of Sport

September 29, 2014

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I just can't imagine my life without sport. Really....I just can't even comprehend how things would be for me right now if I hadn't made sports such a part of my life. If you are reading this, then you probably share my love of competition, achievement and a challenge, so read on! I'm going to briefly take you through my little journey through this crazy, wonderful thing called sport. This issue I will focus on sport through the eyes of a youngster, up to late teens. Hopefully by the end of it, or along the way, you might stop and reflect on your own journey. 

Part 1: Heroes, Hit-ups & Humility

When I was younger, I wanted to win at pretty much everything I did. My older brother and I had a tennis court next door at Mr & Mrs Tams place which had seen better days but was perfect as a footy ground/cricket pitch. Their son was my mate so we would play up there till dark most nights. I learnt to kick/catch/hit a ball, ride a bike, jump from a height, run for my life and talk my way out of a sticky situation on that old field. It must have been a good thing for us because my brother was a HB Football Rep for 3 years and I played Schoolboy Rep Cricket and was a regular trialist for HB rep football (but I never quite got in the team, which was an early lesson for me that you are often not as good as you think you are...at the time though, I thought that is was the coaches that didn’t realise I was as good as what I actually was....) The ‘82 World Cup in Spain had a huge influence on me and many of those games were replayed over again on the Tams field. I would imagine I was Paulo Rossi carving up the evil West Germans (my brother would be Karl-Heinz Rumminegger.) As the younger brother I learnt nearly every day that winning is something to be celebrated (as victories were few). Lance Cairns and Richard Hadlee were favorites in the summer also. Looking back we were lucky to have such great players as heros at that time. I can’t even think of those years without that old tennis court. I saw Mr Tam a year ago for the first time in about 20 years and thanked him sincerely for letting us play there for those years. I’d wanted to thank him for a long time and I couldn’t believe it when I saw him at the Napier Mega 10. It felt great to be able to talk to him as an adult, not the young boy who always had bruised and muddy legs as he would remember. Up to about age 11-12, I think sport taught me that I enjoyed winning, hated losing, (but had to accept it) and loved to test my skills against anyone...(especially older kids).

As a teenager I was still keen on winning. Dad and I got into motor racing as he raced for years and was keen to get back into the scene. We did quite well, winning 2 X NZ Kart Racing Championship Titles and 2 X runner-ups and twice getting runner-up in the NZ SCANZ Sports Car Championship. We travelled the country from Auckland to Christchurch and really had the best fun. There were triumphs and tears, friends and foes. In karts, I raced with (and usually got the better of) future champion drivers Greg Murphy, Ashley Stitchbury, Craig Baird and Mark Pederson who were all great guys to race with, and hang out with. There was this one dude though called Brent. I often struggled to beat him. He was fast...real fast, but a little bit erratic. He was my biggest foe on the track but my closest ally off it. I remember asking him at the 86 Nationals that if it came down to the final of the NZ Champs and we were both battling for the title, would he put the race before our friendship and take me out if he needed to, to win. He said “no way....I would be happy if you won and we if had a close race.” I told him I wasnt so sure and probably would if the title was on the line. (I was winding him up to a degree but it got me thinking if thats what I would do....) I end up winning that meeting and my 1st NZ Title. and Brent  Well life through sport has a funny way of coming back at you and that was the very situation that presented itself to both of us at the NZ Champs in 1987. I was the defending NZ Champion and Brent was in front in the final race and I was right on his bumper for the whole race. There were only about 3-4 times during the race that I saw an opportunity to challenge him but each time I pulled alongside him, my mind rewound to that conversation a year or two earlier and I would lose my nerve. I had totally psyched myself out and became paranoid of my brash prophecy and Brents noble response. Brent won and took my title...it hurt a lot but funnily enough I was actually happy that my good friend won. He deserved it. After the race I was sure that if I hadnt said those stupid comments to him that day I would have been much more focused on the race as it happened. A wonderful lesson in humility courtesy of Mr Sport!     

We raced a Ralt RT4 in the Peter Jackson Formula Atlantic series a few years later. I say “we” as Dad and I were always a team. He never told me how to race, and I never told him how to fix the car.  When I raced the Formula Atlantic however, I had an ex-F1 mechanic working on the car and Dad was relegated to checking the tyre pressures and polishing the paintwork. I hated it...I found it wasnt at all what I was racing for, and I kinda realised that “the fun in it came from the family in it.” I lost interest in motor racing a little bit after that. 

On my OE to Canada and England, (I was 19) I played Rugby Union for Knottingley in the Yorkshire Championships, seeing many wonderful new places and meeting some great people. My neighbor Paul, who got me into the Knottingley club announced to the team before my first game...”you know this guy played for NZ Under 19s!” Well I could have belted him...I learnt then the respect that NZ rugby players had in England as half the team believed him! If you were a Kiwi, they just expected you to be the star player.  My 1st game was a nightmare in basically cyclone conditions and a pool of mud, I could even run without slipping over and playing at fullback, I let in try after try...I felt that I had let all NZ players down. I worked hard at my game though and by the end of the season, had a couple of newspaper clippings (mentioning my name and that I had played well) as keepsakes.  

On return to the Shire, Dad and I had another lash at the motor racing. We built our own race car from the ground up. It went great but a measly clutch spring failure cost us a NZ Title...another runner up! Motor racing (and sport in general) is such an excellent way to learn to accept what the hand of fate deals at ya!   But through these sports and events I was able to visit many new and exciting places and meet lots of cool people. Some of whom I still have contact with today. This is what I think I took most out of playing sport as a youngster… meeting people, making friends, traveling to new places and generally learning about life. What a great way to learn!


Then as I got into my late twenties, I was more interested in challenging myself (rather than defeating my opposition), firstly to see if I could still cut it with the younger guys in a physically demanding sport. I chose boxing and rugby league as possible challenges and settled on league and became a huge Warriors and NRL fan and had season tickets for 5 years and was there for those golden years 2002-2003. (was just so awesome to see them get to the final.) I played Auckland OAR Rugby League for Pakuranga Jaguars and set the following challenges:

1. Make the starting lineup.
2. Score a try.
3. Get Player of the Day. 


I somehow nailed all these in my 1st season of league and I remember the cosy, satisfied feeling of having faced this challenge head on and achieved my goals. It was just great and I’m proud of this. I admit I was very nervous before most games, especially against defending champs Otahuhu, where as a front rower I took the first hit up of the game. I was running at this guy who I can honestly say looked like he should have been wearing a lion skin and carrying a sword in one hand and the Golden Fleece in the other. I heard someone on the sideline shout “get him Bruiser!” I remember thinking as he was lining me up...”why did I have to run at the guy they call Bruiser?” He hit me hard and my nose bleed into my throat and mouth for the rest of the game. 

Coaching was my next challenge. I certainly had plenty of advice for coaches on TV from my armchair so I thought I’d give it a go. I coached my sons football team (Papatoetoe Tomahawks…represent!) for 5 years and we won 3 Counties-Manukau Div 1 Championships and promotion to Auckland Premier Division (where after 3 seasons of winning 80% of our games, we were well beaten in nearly every game....once again sport teaching us lessons in life.) Coaching kids sport was one of the most rewarding things I have EVER done. I would recommend it to everyone whether a parent or not. So many “Kodak Moments” and I enjoyed some quality time with my son.  

Now in my late thirties, my reasons for playing sport have changed. Primarily I need to keep fit. I was never real keen on jogging so I recently played local HB Div 2 Football for Marewa Cabana and have been weight training at a local gym. I once dabbled in powerlifting and have been lifting weights on and off since I was 12 when I first saw a poster of Mike Mentzer and Frank Zane and thought…..wow! Training with world champion powerlifters Derek and Wayne Pomana on occasion in the early 90’s was also a real highlight for me and I learnt a heck of a lot. The principles they taught me back then I still stick to today, and some of those principles weren’t just confined to lifting weights. Patience and humility were a couple of these and those guys were a great example of that for sure. It was no surprise for me to hear Oceania and Australian Powerlifting Champ (and ex-Napier boy) Stephen Pritchard tell me that they were one of his inspirations also. Im now training for my first Half-Ironman (the IRONMAORI) and really enjoying running and being active again.

 Some of my most valuable lessons have come via sport, and,  I can’t think of a better way to learn them. It hurt like hell to see another NZ title slip away on those occasions and just as much as a coach watching your boys being spanked game after game after we thought we were near unbeatable for a few seasons. But, with little really on the line other than pride, its the lessons from sport that we carry on with us to our next challenges after all is said and done. 

So thats a brief run down on my results from and reasons for playing sport. Hope it got you thinking about your own reasons. I think for most of us we try to balance it with work, lifestyle, family or whatever, but with choices, come consequences and with effort comes reward.

As Kiwis, sport traditionally can easily be part of our everyday lives. At Raiseys Original Sport Nutrition, we are really pleased to be helping sportspeople face their challenges, achieve their goals and get the most out of life!


Our Wedding 6-3-10

What a great day! 5 months of planning and organising. 

18 holes with Bryan Williams

As a sponsor of Ponsonby Rugby Premiers, I was invited to their Annual Golf day at the Howick Golf Course. This gave me a bit of a dilemma as it was the same weekend as The Triple Peaks Race that we were also sponsoring.

Rod Sutton

This month I would like to briefly comment on two outstanding Kiwi athletes. Both of whom I have the utmost respect for as sportspeople and New Zealanders.

A Left Hook

Who didn’t get caught up in “The Hype of the Century”? As a long time boxing fan I was really looking forward to this fight. I like Shane Cameron, and have been watching his emerging career with a lot of interest. He’s tough, but has a real coolness about him. I was really surprised though when he “called out” David Tua, the way he did. It reminded me just a little of the way Evander Holyfield did the same to Mike Tyson years ago. A lot of people don’t know how hard Holyfield had been chasing Tyson before he finally battered him to the ground… He put full page ads in boxing magazines bravely challenging Iron Mike to give him a shot at the titles. Some of the ads were just a close up of Evanders face and the words..“C’mon Mike….give me a shot!” or something similar. Bearing in mind that at the time, Holyfield was only a Cruiserweight…. yup..thats right…a Cruiserweight. So when I heard what was being directed at my all time fave, The Tuaman (or is it Terminator or the Tuaminator?) from Camerons camp, it got me excited. Maybe not The Fight of the Century…(Pacquiao vs Mayweather could have that label though) but nonetheless a very interesting bout for a number of obvious reasons. How good is Cameron? Is Tua still a very dangerous man? What shape will he be in? But the question that stood out for me (and probably many other boxing fans) was….Will Cameron survive the first few rounds? Well we all know what happened predictably in the end and it was as brutal a beating as I have ever seen… David Tua is quite simply an outstanding athlete and a man to be admired, respected…and feared. This was evident at the Westshore Pub (where Emma and I watched, proudly wearing my personally autographed, now faded, Tuaman T-shirt) also as to my surprise…Tua was by far the crowd favorite. Lennox Lewis trainer, the great Emanuel Steward said that he expected Lewis “to be fighting for his life” against Tua and that he had never seen him so nervous before a fight. Tua took a beating that day from a great champion. But that was then and this is now and from what I saw that night, and on Camerons face, Tua still has plenty to offer the floundering Heavyweight Division. Good on you David Tua! I would rather see him get another shot at a World Title than any rugby/cricket World Cup victory.

A Left Turn

Lap after lap, race after race, season after season, Scott Dixon is the truth. The guy just oozes ability, professionalism and class. As an ex race car driver, I have always cast a critical eye over our motoring exports and Scott Dixon never lets himself, his team or his country down. I was really disappointed that he just missed out on defending his IndyCar title and in motor racing, second place can sometimes feel worse than coming last. Though Im sure he was stoked for his team and team mate, Scotsman Dario Franchitti who won the title in a last race showdown. Its easy to see why team owner Chip Ganassi rates Scott so highly and has kept him on the Target Team longer than any other driver in team history. Congratulations on the seasons racing Scott and hard luck on just missing the championship, but history tells us that he will be back in contention next year…and the year after that.

Scott Dixon and David Tua are not who some people would think of when the word “athlete” was mentioned, but in my opinion, they both epitomize the spirit and the attitude that we like to see in our Kiwi sportspeople. Both have been world class, both are still striving and may still have their defining career moments to come and both have very good reputations as decent people despite the fact that in competing in their chosen sport, they really do risk their lives and their futures. Many sportspeople who have nowhere near the same requirements of attitude and intensity fall way short of the standards that these two guys exhibit every day. Funny thing is though, that as Kiwis, we kind of expect our athletes to be just like Scott and David. Aggressive and unrelenting on the sports field, but humble off it. Its a great combination….

Awesome Live Sport

I went to the Blacksticks vs Malaysia game on Fri at Park Island, Napier, courtesy of Shea McAleese (thanks mate and well played too) and I have to say I was really impressed. The skill of all the players was super sharp and the pace of the game surprised me (and the sausage sizzle was yum!) The stand was nearly full when I got there and we eventually found a seat down with a bunch of school kids who were laughing, shouting and generally having a great ole time. I was briefly just a little irritated with these cheeky kids when they kept jumping on the seats, sending vibrations up my spine and making a loud clunking sound in my ear… but when I thought about it, I quickly realized that this was the real essence of live sport. That these kids are the fans who deserve to get the most out of these events. Some had “NZ” painted on one cheek and “#25” (Sheas number) on the other and it was clear they knew all about the players especially their local hero. I end up really enjoying the excellent game (2-2 draw), these kids enthusiasm and the atmosphere during and after the match with a very reasonably priced beer and a chat in the clubrooms. As I walked back to my car I concluded that this sport (which I have never had much time for before I met Shea) is onto a winner here with their “product” and that the Blacksticks “brand” is a good one. The fans were looked after, the game itself was easy to follow, the players skill level was very high and they made themselves available to the fans after the game. Well done HB and NZ Hockey! A bit later I was thinking about live sport in general and the comparison to televised sport and my attitude to that lately. I started thinking about my lack of interest in my beloved NRL this year and also my dissatisfaction with all things rugby recently (thank God for this years Air NZ Cup!).

Why Im struggling to watch live sport on TV

I was a Warriors season ticket holder for 5 or so years. I tried to never miss a game. I took my kids, my mates, or would just go on my own…. I just loved the atmosphere of a Warriors game at Mt Smart (Larry in the row behind me made sure of that…) and loved seeing and hearing the sounds of the actual sport itself…the body contact, the look in the second rowers eyes as he would pick out Stacey and run at him…the flying sweat when Francis Meli would put one of those shoulder charges in..(ask Brent Tate?). I really felt like I was getting value for the cost to me in time, money and stress that I would invest and endure to follow my team.
I am also a huge All Blacks fan. I admire the history, the culture and feel pride in their record but I’m not one of those that feel that the ABs should have your loyalty as a NZer as of right like what the NZ Rugby Union seems to try to impress on us.(that “stadium of 4 million” thing is a little arrogant I reckon). Anyway, I have noticed lately that the NRL, the Super 14 and rugby international Test Matches don’t grab my attention and following like they used to. To be honest, I’m getting quite sick of the behavior of NRL players and their attitudes toward women, alcohol and sponsors. These boofheads are putting me off the exciting and entertaining game that is NRL rugby league. I watch them on TV and cant help thinking to myself that these guys just don’t deserve the accolades that some heap on them. The Anthony Watmough incident where he slapped a stalwart club sponsor was unbelievable and what about Nate Myles, who was found drunk, naked and lying in public in his own crap….sheeesh! Interesting to note that of the 4 featured NRL players (Greg Inglis, Brent and Glenn Stewart and big Manu Vatuvei) on the official NRL promo ad campaign that “The Beast” is the only player who has not somehow fallen foul of either the NRL or the cops. Great effort Manu!
My issue with rugby is a different one. The players still misbehave a little but I struggle to accept the “entertainment” that they offer me through Sky Tv. The Super 14 and Tri Nations competitions are quite frankly….boring. The concept is reasonably good for both but for one reason or another we are served up a half baked competition full of compromises, common sense defying cash squeezing conditions and sometimes….just poor quality rugby. There seems so many better ideas for both comps and that is what really frustrates me. I like the Tri Nations every 2nd year idea and an extended tour in between years. The Super 14 would be better to look at home and away rounds and the final played alternatively between the 3 countries. Or move away from our friends in Africa and replicate an NRL type comp. Why not? It clearly works! I dont feel any allegiance to any Super 14 team and the bullying or self serving tactics of the major unions just piss me off! The NZ Rugby Union have shown very poor leadership the last few years and I constantly find myself disagreeing with nearly every decision they make. I dont like their “Product” and Im slowly being turned off the All Black “Brand”.(this may be a little to do with coaching and selection issues also…but that is a different subject) I dont think Im alone either. However………I am just loving the Air NZ Cup and think they actually have got this one right! I also agree with the next years plans too. As a Magpies fan, its great to have a provincial team that I feel something for the way I do for the Warriors. Oh…I’m making the effort to watch it on TV too.
I realize that both the NRL and the NZ Rugby Union have a little more on their plate than the Hockey guys do. Larger crowds, more financial commitment, pressure to entertain etc…. obviously make it more difficult to keep everyone happy so I’m certainly not saying that there is a direct comparison. There is a comparison though in that I enjoyed watching a live sport event that Ive never really had an interest in, more than watching on TV the sports Ive played and followed for years. Someone’s doing something right and someone is doing something wrong. So thats what I reckon….I would be interested if anyone else has the same thoughts as me on this subject….

Kano