Are you a sports fan? Tell us about fandom. If you’re not, tell us why not.




I was 16 when I became a rugby fan.  It’s not something that happened over a period of time, it only took one balmy afternoon on the beach in Durban.

It was like a scene out of a movie:  In the distance they came running across the beach, heading straight for me:  23 muscled creatures in red Speedo’s.  Leading the pack, the tall left winger, hair trailing in the wind: Cabous van der Westhuizen!  What a sight it was!

I immediately decided that from that moment on I will be a Sharks supporter for life.  Of course, at the time, I did not know a thing about rugby.  Luckily over the past couple of years, I have come to know and passionately love the game.

Me supporting the Sharks causes for some interesting sporting weekends though.  Jacques and my mom are both staunch Stormers supporters, so when the two teams play each other you are guaranteed to have some tension around the house!

Black and White – Nothing Else Matters – Sharks Forever!


Author: nanuschka

I am a free spirit born in the Free State, 20 years to late. I am Ying and Yang. I am the girl next door who prefers daisies and peace rallies, but can just as easily rock at a rally. I love all things Latin and am sure that in my previous life (if that existed) I was Spanish. The dark side of me, however, tells me that I lived in Mother Russia. On a quest to find my happy-ever-after, I am in constant search of answers to all things that makes us human. What we do and, more importantly, why we do it. I hope you enjoy my rambles and would love to hear from you!

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