Teaching Antics: Michael Jordan

After playing basketball for 25 years this sport is like second nature to me, most of the time or so I would like to think!! Ha ha. 

This story could sum up the workings of students minds or maybe not!

I would like to set the scene by asking you to imagine a group of 20 plus girls, some who have never even picked up a Basketball let alone played it before. As well as the getting people mixed up. Being called mum instead of Miss has to be a good one. One of the best, I think is in this story. This will become more apparent as it develops.

All I can say is they are soooooo used to netball from their previous teacher. The art of leaping like stag to get the ball and showing the correct footwork was done with artistic flair. They had played so much netball!  A term used by some to describe said sport was”I hate f:#@ing netball”. It was time to try a different sport to engage them. 

Skills and drills were done through out the lesson to help develop their dribbling or bouncing of the ball as well as their shooting. “Miss how useful is that backboard?” “I know it’s great isn’t it!” “Why don’t they use one in netball?” my answer to that question would be answered with profanities that would cost me a lot of money in a swear jar!!! I like to play many sports and like playing netball a bit. I think its too rigid. You can’t go here or there if you play this position. The defending. Don’t get me started on that. You should be able to guard a player. I am sorry but in many sports contact is always going to happen! If the ball is shown to you take it off them! No not in netball. 

Towards the end of the lesson  I put the girls into a game. The netballness (if this is even a word) was very evident along with the lack of coordination to dribble the ball and move at the same time for some. The other area of the game they struggled with was the fact any player was allowed to shoot and go anywhere on the court.  This was one thing the students loved about the game. 

This comical moment has to be one of  my favourites in my 12 years of teaching. The confusion students can have astound me sometimes. 

The lesson ends and the girls were asked to put the basketballs away. 

One student decides to show off her dribbling skills with expertise comical timing. 

She was running around dribbling the ball and then decides to get my attention! How? I hear you ask. Does she fall over? Does she bounce the ball into her face? 

Well the answer- no. You could say she goes one better! 

As I watched her show off, dribbling the ball around she decides to shout ” Miss, Miss look at me I’m Michael Jackson” it confused me slightly for a few seconds. I was expecting her to stop dribbling the ball and break into the moonwalk or thriller dance! 

When this didn’t happen and she ran around, still dribbling the ball and kept shouting it. It was evident who she meant!

Michael Jackson for those who are unsure.

My one and only reponse was “don’t you mean Michael Jordan???” with a smile on my face.

Michael Jordan for those who are unsure. 

The biggest difference is one has had the number one selling album of all time to date and is known as the King of Pop. He is surely recognised by a few more people who may not be into their sport! The other is said to be one of the greatest basketball players in history!

Oh, the look of how embrassing and the laughter from herself and the group said it all. As for me, this made me smile, giggle and laugh for the whole day and most probably, even longer than that. I still recall this story with a smile and giggle. 

Could you imagine if I had also got who she meant wrong too! 

I mean really, how could anyone get these two famous celebrities mixed up? Honestly! Apparently it is quite easy!!!

In another lesson of basketball, years later, Michael Jordan also apparently resembled Dwanye ‘The Rock’ Johnson. Yeah, that famous wrestler with the tag line “smell what the rock is cooking” He is quite a famous wrestler apparently!!! Or maybe not. Face to palm moment. 

They don’t look anything alike! All three of them. I hear you saying how is that possible? Well in the inner workings of young people’s minds catches me out, still! 

This is why many teachers love our job. To see the look on students faces when they finally get what they have been taught. The look of achievement, confidence and feeling proud. Or the moment they think oh why did I do that??? 

After all it’s about making memories and cherishing the moments that make you smile, laugh, cry and feel human. 

Fitness Freak 

I love my sport and fitness. 

Before meeting my wonderful husband, who eventually joined in with my massive love of fitness even more, having a nasty injury and having my beautiful daughter my week pretty much consisted of: working as a pe teacher, before teaching got even more mental. That’s a different blog. Gym 4-5 times a week and basketball, my favourite sport.

 At a mere 5 ft 2, I am probably the SHORTEST player EVER for my age!! I have been playing for around 25 years!!! We will leave it at that!

The shortest player ever in the NBA was  Muggsy Bogues at 5 ft 3 or Spudd Webb, at a taller 5ft 7, who won a slam dunk contest in 1987!!!! If my memory serve me well. My age might have caused a memory issue!! 

At my peak of training, in my mid 20s, a good 2 hours was spent at the gym. Monday was weights before half hour spin and kettle bell class, Tuesday weights before an hours spin. Wednesday was weights followed by half hour spin then core stability with a bit of circuits. Thursday was basketball training or games depending on when in the season.  Saturday was spin for 45 mins followed by core for half an hour then usually, a hefty pt session with the best personal trainer I have experienced. I would not go to anyone else unless I had too. She also developed my love of spin. She was the best spin instructor I have ever experienced. There has only been one that came close second. I would love for this person  to train me again. She did for a bit but unfortunately work and life for us both made it more difficult. I am at a different gym now to the one she currently works in. 

I was at my peak. I could play a full basketball game and still have energy to play another. I loved that fact. 

Spin has to be one of my all time favourite classes. 

Good way of interval training. 

I love being a mummy but me time is needed too. As a family we are quite lucky that we can go to a David Lloyd gym. How can we afford that I hear you ask? My husband pays for it and the reasons we chose it was because  it was 15 mins down the road, our daughter could go into the crèche when she was younger and we can take her swimming. Rephrase that. I do. My husband doesn’t like it. Not a problem though as it’s time for my daughter and me. Now she is three she is able to go to their children activity sessions. Which is good for her as they are active sessions and she is getting used to going to the gym, which hopefully she will continue. Also, it is a  chance to develop her social skills and not be glued to mummy and daddy all the time. 

So what do I do or did do?

I like to train on my own and do my own thing. Sometimes I also have programmes set by the instructors and try to do some classes. Time is limited now so the more I can achieve in the time I have the better. 

Over the years I have really enjoyed a number of different classes.  Body Step, Body Attack, Spin, Circuits, Sh’bam, Body Balance,  Kettle Bells, Core Stability and currently Synergy also known as HITT Training and Les Mills GRIT.  

I have even done Insanity!!!!! 

I think you can see that I like the hard  sessions e.g. HITT, GRIT which is pretty similar and jumping around like a mad thing in Body Attack , as well fun ones like Sh’bam which is great dance aerobics.

Body Attack 

Sh’bam
 Also, some supposedly relaxing ones like Body Balance. This can also be quite challenging holding some of the moves. It’s a mixture of tai chi, yoga and pilates in one class. It’s brilliant. 

See what I mean about some of positions you have to try and hold!!!! 

I have just finished a course in pre and postnatal exercise programme design and this is an area I would like to explore and as well as finishing my circuit training course. 

I wish I had known half the things I knew now when I was pregnant with my daughter. My exercise regime would have been so much better and more effective. However, I was in pretty good shape after returning from injury and not in bad shape now three years later after having my daughter. 

The only thing I had to come to terms with is change in shape and the post natal tummy that I am working on even now.  However, to be fair my husband doesn’t have a problem with it and I am now more comfortable with my body. I am probably more healthly looking now between  9 and half stone and 10 than I was when I was training hard at 9 stone and not taking time to allow my body the rest and recovery it needed. I would say this is part of the reason for my horrible ankle injury. 

However,  I look back on my time as a fitness freak with pride as I got to meet a good friend who was the spin and pt instructor and without her knowledge I would not have had played my best basketball or attended her wedding which was simply stunning in everyway. Thank you. 

Some of our nights out were epic but those are for a different time and blog. 

After all it’s about making memories and cherishing every moment. Making friends, remembering the good times, the bad ones and mistakes to be learnt from but living life. 

Rub Smokehouse and Grill

Trying to decided where to take my husband for his birthday was quite difficult. We could have done the usual. A curry house or local restaurant but I wanted to do something a bit different. 
I need to explain the background of my husband a little. Not too much though! His uncle used to be a butcher so it seems to reason that my husband would never be a vegetarian.

He is addiment that his daughter will also never be one. Heaven help her if she choose to be. This is why he talks about where the meat she is eating actually comes from. To make sure this situation is avoided at all costs. 

I also need to point out that he likes his food and has tried a couple of eating challenges. To date a burger challenge, twice. Am I pleased he failed? Absolutely. He needs to be careful with what he eats!  

When Man vs Food was on the TV we used to watch it in amazement. How could one man eat like that? Adam Richmond we salute you.

It stands to reason that we had booked our honeymoon to New York  5 years ago. My husband spotted Katz Deli and while we in were in NYC we visited this place. Made famous by Man vs Food, and of course When Harry Met Sally. 

Katz Deli. The Reuben

The coke can is there to show the size of this. 

So, I thought Rub Steakhouse and Grill might be a good idea. Was I wrong or right?

The answer. I had booked a table to guarantee we had one. However, after phoning up to reconfirm they said they  didn’t have my reservation. Oops not a good start. I rebooked a table for two straight away. 

We arrived and were immediately seated for 7.30. The time I had booked. They  redeemed themselves quickly. However, the only downside to where we were sitting was the fact it was right next to the phone and booking areas. It was very busy for a Saturday night. The tables were on the small side too. I will explain that later. 

It was my husbands birthday so I said get what  you would like. That was mistake for two very big reasons. 

He orders a starter. Nachos. It wasn’t a starter it could have been a main meal! 

Underneath pulled pork. 

This photo does not so the size justice. I will say that it was good starter and we enjoyed eating them.  

I ordered one of their milkshakes.  This is what arrived! 

Chocolate mint milkshake 

This could have been a dessert!!! It was goooodddddd. 

Our main meal arrived and we both looked at each other with a look of what the??? 

The portion sizes were huge. 

I hope you can see why the tables were a little on the small side!! There wasn’t a lot of room to fit much else on the table including drinks. 

My pulled pork meal was lovely. Although a lot there. The bbq sauce the pork had been cooked in, for 15 hours was sweet and by the end of the meal it was a little too overpowering. Saying that I thought it was lovely, the fries were great and the slaw was amazing. 

My husband order a burger. What a surprise?? Not. 

This was the burnt ends burger. Again the photo doesn’t do the size justice. 

One of our dearest and closest friends pointed out that we were wusses for not finishing. Thanks hun. You know who you are. 

Did we managed dessert? 

The honest answer would have to be no. 

Would I recommend? Definitely a yes. Even if it’s too experience the place. Would I go back again? Yes, but with out the starter so I could try a dessert. I will say that the music may have been a little loud as we had to speak quite loudly to hear each other. Or I was just showing my age!!! 

Is it child friendly? We didn’t take our daughter. The grandparents kindly babysat for us but there were children there. It might have been good to take our daughter she could have shared the food!!!!

For what we had and including drinks the bill came to around sixty three pounds. The drinks included a Manhattan cocktail which my husband has a liking for, the milkshake, a lager and coke. 

After all life is about making memories and this was sure one of them. 

Teaching Antics: Tag Rugby

I want you to try and imagine teaching Tag Rugby to a group of thirty girls who have no idea about how to play it. The very idea of passing the ball backwards to go forwards!!!! What nonsense. Thank goodness no tackling!!!

Trying to teach the rules was also bad enough. The idea that once the player with the ball has their tag taken you are only allowed three extra steps before you have to pass the ball, BACKWARDS! The fact the defending player has to give the tag back to the player they has just taken it off from! UTTER NONSENSE!

tag-rugby

Well, this particular story leads to, what I think, is one of my funniest memories in teaching so far. In fact after twelve years of teaching it has to be in my top ten.

The student in this story  had a good level of ability in PE, especially Football. She had raw talent and could turn her hand to most sports and perform them well.

A number of skills and drills were taught to try and teach the ladies the rules and they way the game was played. Oh my, it was interesting. ” The ball isn’t round Miss”.  “Yes, it’s because it’s a Rugby ball. It’s a completely different shape. It’s oval” was my only response. “Why Miss?” asked another. Other than the fact that a football had been originally used and over time it changed it shape would bore my students. I decided to go with “because it is!!! Lets get on with the lesson”

It is game time! Where all they had learn from the lesson could be displayed. Or not!

Truth be told I wasn’t holding  much hope of having a game that looked like Rugby let alone Tag Rugby, but all the same I gave it ago.

I decided to introduce the rules one at a time to try and make it easier for the girls. What a mistake that was or was it?

The carnage that these games looked like were enough to hold your hands in your head. Many still couldn’t grasp the concept of passing the ball backwards to go forwards. The MOST important rule. The game time was spent stopping and reaffirming this vital rule. Students were calling the rule stupid. Why pass back to go forwards?

Now, the next part of the story could sum up how mental or funny teaching can be.

Remember the student who had raw talent in PE? Well, she was well known for causing some issues in classes. This lesson was no exception. She started testing the boundaries by challenging decisions I made when I was refereeing  her  game. She started to loose her temper, as she could do when things were not going her way.

I reminded her of the three step rule after her tag was taken. The rule explained earlier.

What happens next could have gone either way. It could have really made her flip out and loose the plot completely or for a number of students and myself, made the lesson one to remember.

Now remember I said the ball was oval.

In fit of rage the student starting swearing about the game, myself and the rules, even the other students. Things that really should never be repeated. EVER!!!!

She became so enraged that she threw the ball down with such force. Remember that   the ball is oval.

What do you think happens next? Did it just roll off in every direction as a rugby ball can do? Did it bounce higher than expected?

The answer to this story is told with a smile on my face as I recall this memory.

The student threw the ball down with such anger and strength that it bounced straight back up. Straight back up into her face and sent her flying! Yep you read it correctly. Full smack, bang in the face!

 

funny-rugby-moments1

very similar to this!

I would like to add at this point her fuse was coming to an end, to the point of an explosion. Much like a firework, without the colours! It was nearly time to duck.

I can hear you asking what happened next? Did she loose the plot even more? Did she break her nose? Did she come out of it alive?

The answer- no one including myself knew if it was OK to laugh. We didn’t know whether to check on her in fear of having heads ripped off. It lightened the mood of the lesson I am pleased to say. The student burst into laughter and all the tension was gone. This meant that the response from everyone was allowed. The students fell about laughing, I had a big grin on my face  and couldn’t stop the tears. Tears of laughter.

The student and the rest of the group, after a few minutes of pure laughter and tears, were able to regain their composure to get on with the rest of the lesson. By this point there wasn’t much left!!!

I would like to add that this student was always reminded of this story. When she started to loose her temper again in my lessons this was the in joke. I would ask her if she needed a rugby ball. This was usually enough to bring her back into line with behavior. You have to like the in jokes.

This has to be one of my funniest memories in teaching so far.

After all it is about making memories and cherishing those moments that make you laugh, cry, smile or maybe pull your hair out. At the time obviously.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Macmillan Cake, wine and coffee night. 

I haven’t done anything charitable for a while so I thought supporting Macmillan Cancer Support was a good place to start again. 

All for a good cause 

I lost my mother in law to be 3 weeks before our wedding and two aunties over the last few years. Now my godfather has just been diagnosed with skin cancer and currently undergoing treatment. 

This is a truly awful disease, and one that needs to be supported as much as possible to help those suffering and fund the much needed support to deal with whatever the outcome might be. 

I decided to hold a night instead as most people I knew would be at work. 

Yummy!!!

When the night was in planning mode a good friend asked if she could bring some of the products from her business to display. I, of course said yes. I then asked a few other friends who I knew to also bring some products from their businesses to display as well. 

Why not make a night of it!

Arbonne products and Younique products were displayed but unfortunately my friend who had the Just for Tiny People business was poorly. However, if you are interested in finding out more about these ladies amazing businesses I will give you details later on the blog.

A friend thought a prize bid would be a great idea to raise more money and people kindly donated prizes. The prizes on offer were a set of two bath towels and two hand towels donated by Swish Laundry, a Nelson and Bach hamper, a meal for two with drinks at Pasta Di Piazza in St Pauls Square. These were kindly sorted by Emma Stokes and her blogging contacts, a mini mani pedi session, a Younique make over session, a magical tooth fairy goodie bag donated by Just for Tiny People and an Arbonne pamper session. All donated by friends who have their own businesses.  

A raffle was held with varying smaller prizes as well as a couple of games donated in the Macmillan pack  I received. 

Guess where the coffee bean is and guess the number of spots on the cake. 

A lovely range of Younique make up available on the night. 

A lovely range of Arbonne products displayed too. 

The night was filled with lots of chatting, tea drinking, a bit of wine and some soft drinks. Lots of cake was eaten too! I still am eating the left overs now. Days later!!! 

Cake, wine and coffee with lots of chatting. 

The Nelson and Bach hamper winner

Meal for two at Pasta Di Piazza. 

Some goodies in the Just for Tiny People goodie bag. 

I had a fab time organising the night and it was fabulous to see some friends again. Who I hadn’t seen in a while, especially those from my old work. Miss you all lots and lots.

A good time was had by all. My daughters Childminder  said ” I had a good time my dears and some of your friends are nuts! In a good way of course. But it was also for a good cause” 

I am still amazed my daughter managed to sleep through the laughing!!! Kerry Jones you were on point. You were absolutely on fire!

I am pleased to announce that we managed to raise over two hundred pounds with more being donated as I write this. 

It was a night full of laughter and fun but also to remember those lost and those still fighting, whatever the outcome. 

If you are interested in any of the products mentioned in this blog the details are below.

 jftpbusinessfairy.com/emiliecullumkenyon or on Facebook facebook.com/jftpemiliecullumkenyon

Fabulous tepee from Just for Tiny People 

For Arbonne products visit Sarah Evers – Arbonne Independent consultant on Facebook or http://sarahevers.arbonne.com

If you are interested in what Younique has to offer. Please contact Kerry Jones on her Facebook page lashes 2 lashes beauty or http://www.youniqueproducts.com/Lashes2lashesuk
 

I would also like to take this opportunity now, to thank everyone who came and donated to such a worthy cause. You are all amazing and truly brilliant. Thank you for helping to raise a good amount of money for such a worthwhile cause. 

After all it’s about making memories and remembering our loved ones we have lost, those fighting or the families and friends who need to be strong. 

Tiny Soccer Stars Birmingham  

As a PE teacher I am very passionate about sport and fitness. I am always looking for new activities for my daughter to try. I would like her to have a range of experiences and hoping she will have a love of sport and fitness like me. If not I hope she finds something she enjoys. 

Tiny Soccer Stars 

When she was just over two, I was looking for activities I could take her to on my days off work. I liked the sound of this so we gave it a go. There are different sessions and caters for children aged 1-5. 

I was wondering how the sessions would run and how much my daughter would learn, being just over two!

I was throughly impressed with the structure of the sessions, and the  detail that was passed on during them. Where your heart is, what has happened to it after warming up? The skills that are focused  on e.g. balancing with one foot on the ball, stopping the ball with your sole, dribbling using small touches (using both feet), the technique for throw ins. These are just a few examples. 

Obviously they are learning but everyone has to start somewhere. So, some skills might be harder than others or they might loose interest. This is ok and we are reminded that our children will do some or most of the class, whatever activities they join in or don’t it is fine. 

Whilst waiting for everyone to arrive the Tiny Soccer Stars had free time to get a ball and play. With goals at both ends of the hall. 

 Each session is started with a sit and greet in a circle and a recap from the week before, unless it is the first one. Our coach was Coach Kate, the owner. All I can say is she has the patience of a saint and I have a lot of respect for her teaching toddlers and young children. I am a secondary PE teacher by trade. However, this was a whole different ball game! No pun intended. Ha ha. 

The coaches introduce themselves and then each child is introduced (with or without help from their grown up) to the group and is given a wave and hello by all the Stars. What a fabulous way to learn names and meet people?  If  you are new or just to be reminded

The warm ups are great fun, even though my daughter can be very shy and quiet. They vary each week from nursery rhymes like head, shoulders, knees and toes to more active ones. E.g. Bumper cars or 1,2,3,4, 5 sprint. Every week there is a recap of the parts of the feet you can use to play Football with. 

Warming up

The main part of the session is broken down into fundamental skill work,  ball work, where they transfer the skill being learnt to a ball. 

Fundamental skills being learnt 

Transferring the skill to the ball

The session then moves on to looking at throwing and catching skills. This can be done with bean bags or other equipment. 

These session ends with a fun activity. These can include a parachute game as an example. Popcorn was our favourite! You have got to a love a bit of popcorn!

Through out the sessions the coaches come to see how your Soccer Star is getting on, and encourage them to develop their technique. Great I hear you say. It was. Kate was very friendly and even though it took a few sessions my daughter grew out of her shyness. 

The session ends with a lovely celebration of the work all the Soccer Stars did. Sitting in a circle, like at the start, with a clap given to everyone with lots of encouragement and praise. Each Star receives a sticker, stamp on their hand and a stamp in their record book. Once a book has been completed they are rewarded with a medal. A different colour each time.

I was impressed with the amount of equipment used through out each session that we attended. Domes, mini footballs, skittles, dice, parachute, music playing through out, hula hoops. The list is long and fits in to the sessions well. 

One of the most enjoyable aspects, for me, was the interaction I had with my daughter.  The special time to do things together which I cherish. Seeing her learn and develop.  Parents are encouraged to take part in the sessions which I was more than happy to do. 

There are lots of sessions around Solihull and Birmingham. Moseley, Stirchley and Solihull are some examples.

You can pay half termly or termly. Which ever suits you best. A Tiny Soccerstars t shirt can be purchased or a full football kit. It depends on what you prefer and how much you would like to pay for this extra bit. I went for the full kit. My daughters first football kit with her name on the back. It was fab. 

Front view

Back view 

Kate can book you in for trial session and then you can speak to her about continuing and costs if you would like to join the sessions on a regular bases. 

You can Google to find a session near you on www.tinysoccerstars.co.uk/birmingham west-midlands. Or visit Tiny Soccerstars  Birmingham Facebook page.

Would I recommend Tiny Soccer Stars? Very much a yes, my daughter is now just over 3 and still remembers where her heart is and what happens to it if she does sport.She has improved a lot of her fundamental skills, loves dribbling and kicking a football. She even remembers how to stop the ball using the sole of her football. So proud. I actually want to take her to the sessions again if I can. 

 I was so proud of my daughter for achieving her first medal and certificate in a sport. The feeling of pride when she turned to make sure I was watching was one of our proudest moments, that we were able to share as mother and daughter. I will never forget this moment. 

After all it’s about making memories! Especially ones with my family. 

The Big Mama! Comedy Gold

The Big Mama! Comedy Gold

I am a Basketball player through and through. However, I am actually very short at only 5ft 2 inches. How can I play Basketball I hear you ask? Well the position I play is either a point guard or shooting guard. They tend to be the smallest or smaller players on the court. 

So, when a couple of close friends asked me to play Netball with them I reculantly said “ok but I haven’t played for a long time” They said that’s OK just don’t dribble the ball!!! Lol. 

Very different to a Basketball. So hard not to dribble it. 

Game day arrives.

 I am introduced to the team I would be playing for. Lots of hellos exchanges, then the moment the dreaded question was asked! What position do I play or can I play? There was an extended period of hesitation with my reply being “I don’t really know I haven’t played Netball in ages” Oh the exchange of looks I could see.  Ones of great she doesn’t know what she is doing, fabulous she has no idea and some others that should probably not even be repeated on this very blog. You knew what they were thinking!!! 

I did tell them I played Basketball and this sort of changed their opinion. Thank goodness. 

The position I was given for this game was GA (goal attack) I was hoping and praying my shot, which I rely on in Basketball, would not let me down!!! 

As we position ourselves, I ended up standing next to lady who terrified me! This is the only way I can hopefully get across to you how concerned I was. 

She walked the walk but also talked to talked. If a player was not having a good game they knew about it. 

I hear you asking why did she terrify me so much? 

So, here it goes. She terrified me because I was a mere 5ft 2 inches tall weighing no more than around 9 stone. This lady was as broad as she was tall. Now, this isn’t intended to sound rude or horrible but the joke between me and my two friends remains today. When we talk of our netball memories this story is usually the first told. The story of the big mama. 

Sometimes, I still have nightmares. You will understand why when you read this story.

Basketball is a sport where you can guard your player as close as you want. In netball it’s a metre away from their landing foot. At first there were a few contacts from her on me as apparently I was quite quick which she didn’t like. She made her thoughts well known. I was quite surprised I didn’t land on my backside more often!

The next two moments may have you laughing, they may have you sniggering. For me I was definitely crying. From tears of pain! 

I shudder as these memories come back.

I managed to get myself into the shooting D, passed the big mama. I shot the ball, luckly it goes in. However, she is defending and looses her balance as she leans in. The next thing I know I am in a heap on the floor with her on top of me! I could hear my friends laughing. According to my friends it looked like something out of comedy sketch. The only part of me that could be seen was my legs kicking around in a very uncomfortable way. 

The squashing of tiny me felt like it went on for an eternity. The relief I felt as she peeled herself off was one of great joy. My team came to see if I was OK but mostly laughed and the umpire was trying not burst into laughter as she checked I was OK. After a few seconds recovery and regaining my thoughts, after my life flashed before my eyes, I was able to carry on. 

The next moment sums up my first game of netball in years!!!!!! 

Again my speed allowed me to get into the shooting D. This time a little further away from the goal post. I put my shot up. It goes in just. However, we both go in for the rebound. This time she defend well and kept me from getting anywhere near the ball using her backside! The song that springs to mind at this very moment SIR-MIX-ALOT . It’s quite a well known song so I will leave you to figure out the song title! 

I bounced off her, falling backwards. To stop myself from falling I decided to grab hold of the lady, the big mama. Thinking I would be safe and would stop my fall. 

What do you think happens next?

Do I fall? Do I managed to stop even more embrassment? 

Breathe, I managed to grab her, yes, but in a fairly uncomfortable area. Her boob. Yep you read it correctly! HER BOOB.!!! She screamed in pain “WHAT ARE YOU DOING?” 

As we both collapsed in a heap on the floor again. I felt the death stare. I immediately apologised and explained myself. I think I would have been punched to the other side of the court if I didn’t. Like in video games or fighting films when they slow it down. 

After all that comedy and embrassment was I invited to play netball again I hear you ask?

The answer was a surprising yes. I am still not sure today if it was for my netball prowess or my comedy of errors. 

I can tell you this though, I think I proved my worth as I went on to play centre, wing attack and even had a go at goal shooter. With even more comedy gold. 

The goal keeper story we shall save for another time, maybe. 

After all it’s about enjoying your time and, for me, making memories. These stories have definitely been told and retold over a number of years.