All shook up
The city’s posh girls school played a game using curvy sticks with nets, and a bloody hard ball they hurled at each other. The trick was to catch it in your net.
As a one-off my school challenged the girls to their own game. An honour match!
We practised, the ball flying around like a meteor. It all stopped for me when it flew my way, hitting me full in the mouth. Bleeding profusely, upper lip hanging down, the hospital doctor simply cut it off. Since then I’ve had an Elvis sneer... uh-huh!
Lacrosse? I was bloody livid!
- Category: True Stories Told As Fiction
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Jeff Taylor about 6 years ago
Lesson learnt?? 😊
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Neville Hunt about 6 years ago
Definitely Jeff! But if you see me on the street, I’m not sneering, I’m smiling... or I might be miming the King.
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Neville Hunt about 6 years ago
It was painful, but was a war wound that stopped me getting humiliated in the match - which we lost btw (badly). Cute girls though! From the on I had maximum respect without having done much at all. That’s posh schools for you! 😕
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Christopher about 6 years ago
It's a good thing you weren't playing jai alai, you could've lost more than your lip!
