To All Kinross Glazers, I have seen this far too often before. So let me remind you of:
The Origins of the Kinross Glazers - A Tale from Old Bloke Gaz
In the early days of Kinross Woloroi School, nestled in a picturesque town with rolling hills and sprawling fields, a tradition was born—one that would grow into both a source of pride and a lesson in humility.
Long ago, Kinross was a humble institution, known for its strong academic programs and a spirited sports team, the Kinross Two Blues. Their jerseys gleamed with the school's two vibrant shades of blue, and Orange took great pride in their achievements. But among the students, there was a particularly zealous group known as the Kinross Glazers.
These Glazers were passionate beyond measure. They would enthusiastically post on every forum, chant the names of their star players with such fervour that it echoed through the town, and walk the halls with an unyielding air of confidence. Their love for Kinross was boundless, and their displays of support were unmatched. At first, their dedication was seen as a charming quirk, endearing them to many.
However, as their glazing continued, their enthusiasm took on a different tone. It wasn't just about supporting their school anymore—it became about overshadowing everyone else. The Glazers began to overtake every conversation, dominating every moment with their relentless chants and posts. They spoke so highly of their team that it started to grate on the nerves of the other students and locals alike. The once-great support began to feel like an overwhelming presence rather than a genuine expression of school spirit.
One fateful day long ago, Kinross faced a rival school, in the grandest match of the year. The Glazers were sure of victory, flaunting their confidence and disparaging the rivals with each chance they got. Their chants grew louder, their confidence overflowing. They were convinced nothing could stand in their way.
But on the day of the match, something extraordinary happened. The opposite team had prepared with equal zeal, their players focused and determined. The game was intense, filled with fierce tackles, bulging runs and sophisticated backline plays. To everyone’s surprise, Kinross's skill and determination weren't enough. Despite their confident start, Kinross found themselves struggling to keep up.
As the game progressed, it became clear that they were being outplayed. The Glazers’ chants grew quieter, their forum posts less frequent. The confidence that had once been so prevalent was replaced with a sobering realisation. Kinross lost the match, and with it, the veneer of invincibility they had so proudly worn.
In the aftermath, the town gathered, and the once-dominant Glazers were humbled. The defeat was a harsh lesson in humility. It showed them that while passion and pride are important, they must be balanced with respect for others. The Kinross Glazers learned that their enthusiasm should uplift rather than overshadow, and their support should inspire rather than intimidate.
From that day forward, the Glazers channelled their energy more wisely. They continued to support their team with the same fervour, but now with a newfound respect for their rivals and a better understanding of what true sportsmanship meant. The tale of their rise and fall became a cherished story of the ISA, a reminder of the balance between pride and humility—a lesson that echoed through the generations.
