Don't say...touch judge.
We are about to head off to the Saturday morning rugby ritual - there are only 2 weeks to go and it'll be a relief.
It has been enjoyed by everyone and by me in some unexpected ways...however, THEY haven't had the immense pressure that I have had.
All season I have side-stepped the various rugby jobs parents get allocated...I escaped touch judge (thanks Anotherj), score-sheet (thanks Blair), 'trainer' (I did actually do that one but not very well)...then last week at Kenmore I had to be touch judge...Anotherj couldn't do it and I thought of asking the 31 weeks pregnant Leesy to run the line, but knew she'd recline the offer. How unreasonable !
Inevitably, I wore the blue polyester vest...I raised my arm to indicate when the ball was out and who had the advantage. It was nearly the most stressful hour I have ever spent.
Everyone that knows me knows that when it comes to sport - I am a pretender.
