Adam Freier

Adam Freier in a Megan Gale style of cafe eavesdropping, I started to tap in on an interesting conversation between a couple at a local cafe in the vibrant suburb of Fitzroy.

The topic: ballroom dancing and how its brand had been ‘flooded and tarnished’ by the hit TV series of Dancing with the Stars.

“It’s such a shame that the art of our dance has been turned into a circus,” one said. The other agreed: “Our art that has lost its soul.”

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The conversation certainly got me thinking about my game of rugby.

Like ballroom dancing, our sport has delved into new markets branching out west and in recent times here in Melbourne.

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Is there really a difference between jealousy and envy?

Jarrod Saffy, myself and about 90,000 others looked on as the Bombers took on the Pies in the blockbuster Anzac Day match.

From behind we looked more like rock apes, squeezed into every part of our plastic stadium chairs, but from in front the looks on our faces resembled cave men recently dropped into civilisation.

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It’s like when you rock up to a party thinking your pretty hot stuff, until you see what everyone else is wearing and realise you are nowhere near the mark.

I wanted to be someone else, or in fact somewhere else, out there in the centre square.

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On a typical training day in Carlton, I sit in the eating area with my teammates loading up on packed lunches and sandwiches.

We are not far away from our field session and each player leaves to get strapped or begin their warm-up. Like most days this year I know I will be watching from the sidelines.

I find myself alone, head down in a bowl of chow.

Enter Robbie Deans. New Zealander by name and Aussie by trade.

There is much to like about our national coach. With a half crooked smile and the tight handshake that starts from far out wide, his mannerisms would suggest he has spent a lifetime as a fair dinkum Australian.

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