Jen’s brother Stuart is a lifelong Hawthorn supporter. His wife Jo is an equally passionate Collingwood fan (there’s no accounting for taste). Jo is 9 months pregnant with twins. They were due almost exactly today, but they hadn’t turned so Jo was booked in for a caesarean next week. Stuart had a ticket to tonight’s Hawthorn vs Kangaroos sudden death final. No problem.
But the excitement of Collingwood’s extra-time win over the West Coast Eagles last night caused Jo’s waters to break. The caesarean was brought forward.
Did Stuart make the supreme sacrifice and cancel the footie trip? Of course not, what self-respecting Hawthorn fan would after all this time in the wilderness? And Jo wouldn’t have had it any other way. She gave birth to twins Max and Jack late this afternoon, and Stuart was there before rushing to the G. The full-time siren has just gone and the Hawks can put away the boots for another season. But Stuart is still the father of brand new twins. It could be a lot worse. Jen’s about to phone him on his mobile as he heads back to the hospital, quite possibly the only happy Hawks fan in Melbourne.
I get into argument after argument with the ladies of the cast iron, crazy brave et al variety about how it’s hard for dads now and we are all reconstructed and take fatherhood seriously and…well, he’s your family, so I won’t say anything more than this sets our cause back somewhat.
A big congratulations for them both. But a (benign!) curse on him- may Max and Jack grow up to be sport hating poets. Good poets, mind…
The name Max seems to be making a comeback it seems – which is nice.
I also know a kid called Felix – which is also nice!