OPINION
Last weekend, I did something that I almost never do, I watched some sports. Well, technically it wasn’t actually sports, it was the end of the Super Rugby final between the Chiefs and the Crusaders. My partner was watching it in another room in the house and I had zero intention of joining him, but when I heard that the Crusaders had won, my interest was piqued. It was the post-match celebrations I cared about. I wanted to see if Scott ‘Razor’ Robertson was going to stick to tradition and bust out his best celebratory b-boy moves.
True to form, he did not disappoint. This year marked the end of Robertson’s seven-year tenure as head coach of the Crusaders Super Rugby franchise. As I typed that sentence, I had a sort of out-of-body experience because nobody is more shocked than I am at the fact I’m attempting to write about sports. Anyway, back to the “sportsing” chat, I can’t remember when I first learned about Scott Robertson’s infamous break dancing, but I do remember how it made me feel.
I found him intriguing. Here was a top professional Kiwi rugby coach choosing to express his joy at winning a championship match by dancing. In front of his players, in front of a massive crowd, and in front of all those cameras, and it struck me, he simply didn’t care who was watching or what anyone else thought of him.
Was he the best breakdancer? Not by a long shot. But it didn’t matter, I loved his commitment and I found it rather endearing.