Bruised, Battered and Boohoo
Bruised & Battered
Port Macq Touch State Competition came and went. As expected, we lost every game, the worse result being against the No. 2 seeded team (Port Macquarie) 15 tries to 1. Nevertheless, I enjoyed: wearing those hideous 'groooowl' pants; getting hideous tan lines (now looking like a leper due to onset of peel-age); suffering from, at one stage, 6 injuries (who's counting) including major groin issues; being subject to racial slurs such as "half of Chinatown is here", to which I responded, "its Japan!". No doubt these Liverpool kids are too ignorant to appreciate the nuance between nips and chinks. Throw in gooks and it would be equivalent to educating them about Einstein's special relativity theory.
The weekend was lots of fun, I learnt a whole heap about the game of touch and hopefully managed to secure permanent physio treatments moving foward - thanks Lynette. The sense of solidarity within a team is always a nice fuzzy feeling, and I am glad I was able to participate in such an experience.
Here's a picture of our coach Robbo (his name is not Robert) and the girls. For more photos, click here.
Boohoo
The 'boohoo' bit of this entry is that today was my manager/mentor's last day. Indeed an inauspicious occasion, but perhaps this will prove to be the impetus for the next little step.
I have gone doraemon mad