Reflections from a proud dad on the first game of the season and his son’s 50th game for the Tigers…. There’s the alarm. Come on, get up. Take the dog out…yes, don’t look at me like that, I know it’s cold. Upstairs, wake up the boys. Come on. Wake up, now. I know its early – footy, remember? OK, you tell me what’s special about today – yes, it’s your 50th game. Breakfast. Let’s take a photo in front of the banner. Get together, smile. Great, let’s go. Have we got everything? Keys, wallet, phone. Have we got boots, white shorts, socks? Do I know how to get there? “Hey Siri!” It’s your 50th, you can choose the music – good choice. Sing along. At the ground. Perfect morning for footy. Bright sun, clear sky. Getting organised – you got the same number as last year? Good one. Go and have a kick. Coaches get the team together. “Come on Tiges!” Great message coach; simple, clear, positive. Hold up the banner – so proud. Everyone’s lined up, here he comes (must get his looks from his mum). Big cheers. Get organised for the start of the game. “Go Tigers!” “Come on boys.” “Stay on your man.” “Run.” “Come on, ump!” Did I say that out loud? Oh, well. Good quarter boys. Have a drink. Great run down the wing. Great shepherding, super teamwork – and a perfect kick to the leading forward (must have got that left foot from his dad). That’s it, head over the footy. Hold your marks. Great kick. Right in it now boys, one quarter to go. Someone’s hurt. Get out there. He’s OK. Tough nut, that one. Super effort boys. Never mind. You played well, they played well. They were just a bit better today. We’ll get ‘em next time. Andrew, Dad (and trainer) of Under 12 boys.