It’s Saturday morning, and it’s half-time.
I’m watching The Rockets run off the field in a sweaty, tumbling, little-kid mess. But instead of huddling together over a traditional Tupperware container of cut-up orange quarters, they wander over to their own parents for a bag of chips, a jelly snake or a quick munch on an apple before they hear the whistle blow for the second half.
No oranges. Sadly oranges at half time are no more.
Andrew Daddo has A LOT to say about the orange ban on this week’s This Glorious Mess, here:
Can you believe it? The institution that is the half-time orange is gone. Wiped from our children’s childhoods.
I’m trying very hard not to be outraged here because when I put it in perspective, really it is well, just an orange, a mere fruit but truthfully it kind of leaves me in despair.
Both my sons play junior sport in two separate teams – an under-7 team and an under-9 team and both teams, unrelated, have cut the orange.
For one team its an allergy thing one kid had a citrus allergy and the other parents didn’t object as most of the kids “didn’t like oranges anyway.”
The other team has canned the humble fruit as the whole rigmarole of ‘orange duty’ each week was just too much hard work.
On one hand I can see their point. How many times last season did I have to do the 9pm Friday night dash to Woolies to stock up on a bag of navels when I checked the orange roster too late?.