…and it WORKS! What a rush! What brought this to my mind was yesterday’s post about my experience as a live threatre director. But years before that, I was rugby coach for the (I think) ONLY ladies high school rugby team in New Brunswick at the time. So we always had to play college teams, and we ALWAYS got smoked. I’m talkin’ 72 – 3 type scores.
One team that we played fairly regularly, St. Thomas University, had a player who weighed at least 250 lbs. And it as ALL muscle. Her name was Bonnie. The game plan for every match for STU, was, “give the ball to Bonnie.” And it worked.
Now, let me turn the story to OUR team – the Fredericton High School Queen Bees. (It’s a long story – our school colours were black and yellow, and all the other teams are called Black Kats, except for the boys rugby team, which are called the Hornets, and I wanted to call the girls’ team the Hornettes, but whatever.) We had some exceptional athletes on our squad, many of whom would letter in this and other sports. But this post is not about them.
This post is about Carolyn Garber. An extremely intelligent and attractive young lady who was 2 years ahead of herself in grades, and about 15 years ahead in maturity. She tried out for the RUGBY team, despite being about half the size of any of the other (very fit) girls.
We weren’t even allowed high school field time to practice, so I used to take the ladies down to the Fredericton Green for our workouts. On one such evening, we were working on tackling drills. I explained, that not even the largest person in the world can run anywhere, if their ankles are pinned together.
Flash forward to the following weekend. We are playing STU, and Bonnie (of course) has the ball. Our biggest, fittest, roughest players are literally BOUNCING off her as she rumbles down the field for a certain try. (“Try” = “touchdown” in rugby.) THEN, from out of no-where, like a snake or a ferret, comes Carolyn! She grabs Bonnie by the knees and slips her hands down to her ankles, and it was like a redwood falling. It seemed to take 5 minutes for Bonnie to hit the turf, and when she did, car alarms went off. It was AWESOME!.
Anyway, we still lost like 106-3, but that was ABSOLUTELY my proudest moment as a coach.
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