Many of us at Footy Prime wear a variety of hats:

Pundit. Host. Washed up ex-pro. Pie Man Extraordinaire. Voice Over Master. Producer. A Drain on Society. Director. Parent. Podcaster…you get the picture.

Often times, we move through life believing that keeping our roles and responsibilities neatly compartmentalized will better serve us but there’s merit to allowing those self-imposed and clearly delineated borders to blur and overlap.

Embrace the chaos. Allow your hats to intermingle. Maybe your ball cap becomes a top hat and your toque morphs into a jaunty fedora.

Perhaps your strengths in one role will translate into a mastery of your role in another realm. (Like Sharms steering the kitchen banter at Sharman’s Proper Pies, Jimmy telling his mum something for free in the Brennan living room or Wonger desecrating a Sonny shirt in his bedroom.)

My point-and I’m going to get there, dear reader-is that Footy Prime gives us each a role where we get to commiserate, shoot the shit, drop the occasional insightful tidbit but most of all-connect.

Connect with each other-but more importantly, connect with YOU, the listener.

Offer support and an empathetic ear. Call each other out on our bullshit. Provide therapy of sorts for mending past wounds and guidance for navigating rocky new challenges.

But the joy-and the magic (or so we tell ourselves)-is absolutely found in the amalgamation of podcast AND therapy.