This line from a report on the recent trial against the Titans had a familiar ring to it:
"After the Warriors were up 10-0 through tries to Isaiah Papalii and Tuimoala Lolohea, John Olive scored right on halftime for the Titans to make it 10-6 at the break, even though it felt like the Warriors should have been up by far more."
That's happened a lot over the last five years, as we know. Look, I'm optimistic about 2017, most of us are. However, I'm wary too. As mentioned, what's really changed from 2016? A new coach, yes, a fit Tuivasa-Sheck, yes. But his defence was diabolical last year. He was actually a genuine problem at the back.
Just to put a reality check on the pumped-up vibes I'm feeling right now in the first game-week of the new season, I trawled through the game day thread from our last NRL game, versus the Eels in Auckland. It's quite comical really, and reminds you of where this positive energy at the start of a new season has been ending up since 2012.
Just keeping it light, I was thinking this morning about how a minute of time could be so equal in measured units when it's applied to these two scenarios:
1. Running late for work in the morning and,
2. In the last minute of a Warriors game when we're grimly hanging on to an 18-16 lead with the opposition encamped in our 20/10 metre line and either bombing to our wings, grubbering through our defensive line, or just spreading it wide?
It
is the same measurement of time, isn't it?
Oh yeah, and last Friday the RSL across the road (where I had my own spot near the bar for Warriors games over the last ten seasons) has burnt to the ground. Jokes aside (I
was prepared to go through all that Warriors drama again, for another season) I've lost my place to watch games. It's not easy finding a new one. For starters, the RSL usually always had the game on, or if not, I'd just need to ask.