“It’s a poore sport that’s not worth the candle”, George Herbert, 1561, Jacula Prudentum.
Far from being an expert on 16th Century metaphysical poetry, I got the title for this blog by googling the term “sports quotes”, and Mr. Herbert’s proverb struck a chord. As a Sydney Roosters devotee, a Sydney FC convert, and an Australian cricket tragic who has keenly observed the Michael Beer-Jason Krejza-Rob Quiney era, I reckon I’ve seen my fair share of sport that hasn’t been worth the candle. But why do I turn up? Why would anyone turn up?
There is plenty of faux-expert analysis floating around the blogosphere, so I don’t need to chip in my ill-informed two cents about the on-field action. This blog will take a step back from the pitch and focus on the periphery – the fans, the stadiums, the refs, the bloke that stands at the top of Foveaux St selling his salmonella-flavoured “hot doggies” – and get to the bottom of why people burn their candles on “poore sport”.
I’m a student of Journalism and International Studies at the University of Technology, Sydney, I have contributed to Rugby League Week, Football+ and Vertigo magazines, I’ve spent years abroad in Lancashire and Buenos Aires, and I’m currently on an eight-month trip that starts in São Paulo and ends in Stockholm. I hope you enjoy my blog.