It was supposed to be basketball according to the other coach. Normally I teach people to speak English but a job’s a job. Manned with whistle and timer I stood alongside the wall with the rotating team. Did they think I’d have no idea? I saw traveling and personal fouls thank goodness, but then wrestling, pile up for first down, sliding into home, other hydroplaning, general assault and tug-o-war.
Was this going to define my day?
And so it begins.
The prompt this week is: “…and so it begins…”