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Full disclosure: I’m about to bring the mood down.  Please know that I’m not writing this for any other reason than that I want to get out what’s inside.  I wasn’t even going to post it, but then thought to myself “why waste a piece of writing”.

Anyone who knows me knows that I’m not very good with emotions, romance scares me and I’m terrible at accepting compliments.  As a youngster I had a few run ins with things that 6 year old’s just aren’t equipped to deal with – divorce and deaths.  One of my primary school teachers encouraged me to express myself through writing or crafts.  I’ve often used this as a coping mechanism, though usually not as publicly as this.

Anyways…I’ve been feeling a bit down lately.  I’ve been getting headaches far too often for comfort, I have little enthusiasm for doing anything and no matter how much sleep I get I’m still tired.  The one thing I do feel enthusiastic about is football.

I’ve had the same chat with my Mum a few times in the past year or so.  It goes something like this:
Mum: What did you do this weekend?
    Me: Oh I just watched x games of football
    Mum: You really need to get a life!
Most of the time I leave it there but the other day I simply turned to her and said It is my life.

As most of you know, I don’t actually play.  I’m the tragic sideline supporter.  Whether or not I know the players doesn’t matter so much to me.  It’s the atmosphere that appeals to me.  There’s almost always a few people on the sideline that I recognise who offer up a smile of acknowledgement.

During round 1 of the Chatham Cup this year, I watched 4/5 games starting at Redwood Park to cover a game on Twitter.  No-one MADE me go out there, no-one EXPECTED me to tweet the game and yet there I was.  I didn’t know anyone on either team personally (except for one of them who I had supervised on a holiday programme years ago – boy did that make me feel old) but I was enjoying the game.  I spoke to a few people on the sideline who had a vested interest in the game – their son was playing.  I explained that I was tweeting the game as part of the Yellow Fever crew and they started asking for updates from the other games.  I met new people.

Saturday night just gone saw me at Wakefield Park to watch the Chatham Cup re-match between Olympic and Mirimar.  Again, I was tweeting updates of the game.  Again, no-one MADE me go out there, no-one EXPECTED me to tweet the game.  Post match I received three messages from people affiliated with the clubs thanking me for tweeting the game.  I was appreciated.

My presence on Twitter, my involvement in Yellow Fever, my relationships with members of the Phoenix staff, my writing on this blog, my travelling for games have all contributed to broadening my circle of friends and acquaintances.  I have met and had conversations with people I wouldn’t usually interact with.  I’ve travelled to places I wouldn’t have considered otherwise (Adelaide anyone?).  I have broadened my horizons.

A lot of my friendships have been forged by football and for that I am grateful.  Most of the games I watch, whether they be domestic, trans-Tasman, or International, I watch with friends.  There doesn’t need to be chat – we’re all focused on the game – but when there is it’s fun and entertaining and perhaps slightly inappropriate at times.  We hang out outside of football too.  Cutting shapes at Electric Avenue, helping move house (once), board games and beer pong to see in the New Year.  I have great friendships.

I hate that I feel down at the moment.  It’s not who I am.  I’m sorry if me feeling like this changes what you think.  I’m sorry if you don’t approve of my interests.  I am not sorry for doing something that makes me happy.  Football makes me happy.

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2 replies

  1. Must be an age thing but I get you.
    One of the advantages of modern multimedia being used in a positive productive manner.
    Especially nice to see it being done for the simple reason of sharing the enjoyment without any selfish “What’s in it for me” attachments.
    Well done Tracey
    (Time to take some compliments onboard )


  2. I don’t understand how being so positively and actively involved in something means you don’t have a life.

    I’ve had the same thing from people sometimes, and most of the time just manage to shrug it off because, well, I figure I do more positive things with my time than they usually anyway – hypocrites.

    Keep it up, and try not to let anybody make you feel bad about it.

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