Here’s the elevator pitch – you get an email packed with the very best New Zealand sport writing and content every week. Ideally, you’ll be informed and entertained.
Our country produces oodles of great writing and video – the Sport Review New Zealand newsletter will help make sure you see it.
It’ll be in your inbox at 8am every Friday, just in time for the weekend.
…and read the first edition here.
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In now-old news (so potentially not even news), I left my role at New Zealand Cricket back in May.
You can read a wrap up over on richardirvine.com.
The sportreview.net.nz design panel feels the ‘Beaver flag’ would unite New Zealand around a feel-good, ‘aw shucks™’ design that says we can achieve anything, but we’re not going to bloody go on and on about it.
The NZ Flag Consideration Project Secretariat Team, not so much.
I’ve got a bit to catch up on here, with the Big Tournament over now. Wasn’t that fun?
Meantime, you may enjoy this post on how I tweet for the BLACKCAPS.
Charles M Shulz surprisingly prescient of modern web culture here.
Some news. In March, I am joining New Zealand Cricket as Digital and Comms Advisor, leaving my current role at Telecom*. Somehow I’ve managed to combine what I do professionally with one of my great pleasures and passions – I’m thrilled.
Common sense says everyone’s least favourite satirical NZ sport blog needs to change in some fashion, especially when it comes to cricket. I’m still figuring out how that’s all going to work.
Because this seems like a significant moment in the almost-ten year history of the site, I will recap. Readers will know that sportreview.net.nz was and is about about having fun, not being cruel**. Constructive, not scatter gun. Remember, sportreview.net.nz’s raison d’etre is this:
“We Kiwis support our sports people admirably, but take it all a bit seriously. I just want to inject a little humor. Relax, it won’t hurt a bit.”
I do this site simply for the enjoyment of writing it and to hopefully entertain you along the way. And so, dear readers, please bear with me while I find the right way to do this.
*And now, at last, I can start working on the satirical telecommunications blog I’ve been longing to do. I joke.
**Clive Woodward did cop it, in fairness. Let those without sin, etc.
Turns out other stuff has been happening that’s not rugby world cup related. Here’s a quick run down.
Sportsfreak has a petition going to keep domestic cricket on Radio Sport over the summer. It is your duty to support this fine initiative – one day, you’re not going to be able to put off painting that deck any longer. Do YOU want to listen to Des from Whanganui’s stream of conciousness talkback on why we should have lost the RWC while you do it? I farkin’ don’t. Support cricket, sign up.
“But don’t the writers write to the level of the fans? “Sports fans here are pretty well informed. I think they would appreciate a greater sense of journey being brought to describing sports events. They don’t start at two o’clock at kick-off. They start days beforehand.” – Tim Wilson on NZ sport writing via Quote Unquote
Long read from Wired about the new America’s Cup catamarans, and testing them on the Hauraki Gulf. Looks like the next regatta will be the yachting equivalent of playing T20 cricket on crystal meth, inside a Ferrari driven at high speed. Masochistically, I’ll kind of miss the maddeningly-slow tension build up, Dennis Conner and the lawyers.
The Premiership has gone goal crazy, with freak results every weekend – it’s going to be a great year, I look forward to Man City pulling off a Newcastle style collapse and Alex Fergusson finally exploding from stress, they look to be the obvious highlights. Meanwhile, seven Tottenham wins on the trot. I like it.
If you’re a chippy little Aussie bleeder, mouthing off a bunch of eight foot West Indians wouldn’t be my first move. But. Check out the big balls on Steve Waugh. Seriously.
The Crack Fox is possibly my second favourite fox. After Basil Brush.
News guy forgets he’s on the telly, tells weather guy to keep fucking that chicken. That’s great news guy-ing. He had to say sorry.
This film The Beaver is pretty much what I imagine happens to Graeme Smith between world cups.