Give me a double helping of humble pie, please. I have to admit that until now I've had an arrogant, blinkered atiitude towards the Rugby-for-Dummies variant of our game, but now I find that there are Rugby League journalists who can write insightful, reflective, beautifully crafted articles, and in the Daily Terror of all places. From here on I'll be looking for anything that Andrew Webster writes for the sheer intellectual stimulation I know I will get. A sample:
When he was a teenager playing first-grade rugby for Northern Suburbs, a hard-headed forward on the other side commented on his youthful appearance when he was sent on as a replacement.
"Run at me and see how young I am," Waerea-Hargreaves invited the veteran player, who notably kept his distance for the rest of the match.
He came to the Roosters this year via Manly, and he's relished his time under coach Brian Smith despite suffering a dislocated shoulder on the eve of the season.
At his first training session, a pass went askew. His head dropped. "My confidence dropped, too," he recalls. "Smithy pulled everyone up and asked me to throw it again. I hit the spot and I was, like, sweet. He definitely encourages you. Makes you realise you are actually capable of playing footy."
"Run at me and see how young I am." It's obvious why young Jared remembers that as a highlight of his career. That's one of the all time great sledges. No wonder the "hard-headed forward on the other side" hid in the background for the rest of the game.
But Andrew Webster kept probing, delving deep into Jared's psyche for the defining moment of his time as a professional Rugby League player; the thing he is most likely to retell to his grandkids, clustered wide-eyed at his feet. It's a simple story but one capable of influencing the little ones to never give up. If you fail, try again - at least once.
At his very first training session for the Roosters he threw an "askew" pass. Deeply mortified and hanging his head, Jared was trudging off to the dressing sheds with full intention of burning his footie gear when wise old "Smithy" called him back.
Eerily reminiscent of Master Po and Grasshopper, "Smithy pulled everyone up and asked me to throw it again. I hit the spot and I was, like, sweet." Anyone who had a dry eye after reading that must have a heart of stone.