Above: bloodied, battered, victorious, and not Hitler
A tribute to an All Blacks great
He will be remembered as perhaps the greatest rugby player of the professional era. He deserves all the praise now being heaped upon him.
But perhaps Richie McCaw’s greatest achievement is that he has remained down to earth. He may have achieved more than perhaps any other rugby player, but he has never shouted about it. He has never let power go to his head.
We have all been astounded by McCaw’s persistence, determination, stamina and skill. We should thank God these talents have been confined to the rugby field, and have never been directed towards seizing control of a large European nation broken by depression, building a vast and terrifying army, and invading country after country.
We should all breathe a sigh of relief that Richie McCaw has not become Adolf Hitler.
We really dodged a bullet when Richie McCaw decided to devote himself to being the best rugby player in the world. Imagine if he’d instead been born in Austria in 1889, taken up painting watercolours, fought in the Great War, and then established the Nazi Party. The rest of the world wouldn’t have stood a chance.
Thank God Richie McCaw remains a humble, modest man, and hasn’t sought to take most of Europe by force. Things could have been so much worse for us all if McCaw had formed an extreme political party, tried to seize power in a bloody putsch, failed, been imprisoned, written a book about his political ideology while incarcerated, and then eventually gained control of Germany.
McCaw has earned the ire of many opposition fans over the years. But whether or not you believe claims that McCaw constantly infringes, intimidates referees, and pushes the offside law to its very limits, you have to give him credit for never once seeking to exterminate the Jewish people.
Let’s all salute McCaw for deciding not to use his phenomenal talents to turn a nation broken by war and economic ruin into a terrifying and odious superpower responsible for mass murder on a previously unimaginable scale.Embed from Getty Images
Above: Richie McCaw is a man of few words. He has never tried to sway a vast crowd with stirring and powerful rhetoric. Unlike this man.
McCaw is lucky to have played under some great coaches over the years. He has also enjoyed immense fortune in playing alongside some truly gifted All Blacks. I’m thinking of people like
Steve Hansen, Sir Graham Henry, and Dan Carter. McCaw has surrounded himself with good people. I shudder to think how things might have turned out if he’d instead chosen to hang out with the likes of Hermann Goering, Heinrich Himmler, Martin Bormann and Joseph Goebbels.
I honestly don’t know whether McCaw made a conscious decision along the way not to be Hitler, or whether the opportunity to be a crazed and murderous dictator just sort of slipped away while he was focusing on his professional rugby career. It probably doesn’t matter in the end. What matters is that Richie McCaw remains our greatest All Black, and absolutely is not Adolf Hitler.