a few weekends ago I went to a beer sampling event type thing where our league was handing out game schedules and information about recruitment. It was half inside, half outside, it was snowing and there were a fair number of drunk people around.
So of course I drop my finger whistle on the floor in the ladies' room and it goes skittering under another stall.
No way was I going to retrieve it. I figure it made some drunk woman very happy.
I ordered a new one, but forgot to order it for a while, so I had to make do with an old lanyard whistle with an electrical tape loop I can stick my hand it. Not as nice.
Head refereed last night's scrimmage. I can either define pack or call penalties.
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