- Aug 17, 2006
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I'm sure I have others but in light of the Tom Lynch debacle, I'm reminded of playing a season of footy where I was in and out of the seniors and had been called up for the first time in a few weeks. So I'm keen to give a good account of myself, make it hard to leave me out next week etc. When I got to the ground, I had a look in my bag and noticed that I hadn't packed anything. None of my kit. Mercifully my boots and mouthguard were there and I think I had suitable underwear on thankfully (hadn't gone with the satin Loony Tunes boxer shorts), but as for jumper, shorts, socks... nada. And though it was a home game, there was probably no way I'd make it home and back for the start of the game in time, let alone in time for the pre-game meeting etc.
So I had to sheepishly admit to the coach and team manager what had happened and got some spare kit, complete with a hastily taped on #11. I can't even remember if I played again the following week, but I'll never forget the feeling when I unzipped my bag.
Along similar lines, my first job was as a boundary umpire for the local league, which was easy work and good money for a year 7. Anyway, I remember coming out from the rooms for the third quarter one game and I forgot to bring my whistle, not realising my blunder until it was far too late to do anything about it. The amazing thing was that somehow, the ball didn't cross my line for the whole quarter and I was able to run back and retrieve the whistle for the last quarter. I suppose it wasn't technically embarrassing as due to circumstances people didn't realise, but standing on the edge of the centre square for the bounce, looking down at my hand and seeing nothing there was that same sinking "Oh s**t..." feeling when you know you've stuffed something up and you can't even think about what to do to salvage the situation.
So I had to sheepishly admit to the coach and team manager what had happened and got some spare kit, complete with a hastily taped on #11. I can't even remember if I played again the following week, but I'll never forget the feeling when I unzipped my bag.
Along similar lines, my first job was as a boundary umpire for the local league, which was easy work and good money for a year 7. Anyway, I remember coming out from the rooms for the third quarter one game and I forgot to bring my whistle, not realising my blunder until it was far too late to do anything about it. The amazing thing was that somehow, the ball didn't cross my line for the whole quarter and I was able to run back and retrieve the whistle for the last quarter. I suppose it wasn't technically embarrassing as due to circumstances people didn't realise, but standing on the edge of the centre square for the bounce, looking down at my hand and seeing nothing there was that same sinking "Oh s**t..." feeling when you know you've stuffed something up and you can't even think about what to do to salvage the situation.