Growing up in Australia
The parents on the sidelines roared and ranted as the referee held up the vivid red card, condemning the Panther’s star player to the tin secluded shelter, known as the sin bin. I strolled giddily over to the excluded player, grazing the bottom of my thongs along the grass.
“Good job babe.” I snared sarcastically.
“Casey,” he sternly replied with his eyes fixated on the game, “I’m really not in the mood right now and so I’d really, really appreciate it if you’d go back over to the benches, sit down, and shut up.”
I quickly wiped the playful smirk from my face. I could see the seriousness in his eyes, and could feel it in his voice. I had to try not to aggravate him further.
I appealed, “I was only playing Jackson, no need get ya knickers in a twist.”
He replied with a loud and heavy exhale, I could sense the annoyance in his breath.
“Okay…well we best keep the conflict to the field, so I’ll bugger off back to the benches,” before scuffling back to the dodgily painted benches I managed to whine an “I love you” which sounded quite similar to that of a distress call from a Beluga whale.
The siren signalling halftime went off just as I sat down. I observed the sweat soaked player’s jog off field and huddle around their pint sized coach. He may have been small but his voice could be heard from the other end of the field!
Growing up in Australia
The parents on the sidelines roared and ranted as the referee held up the vivid red card, condemning the Panther’s star player to the tin secluded shelter, known as the sin bin. I strolled giddily over to the excluded player, grazing the bottom of my thongs along the grass.
“Good job babe.” I snared sarcastically.
“Casey,” he sternly replied with his eyes fixated on the game, “I’m really not in the mood right now and so I’d really, really appreciate it if you’d go back over to the benches, sit down, and shut up.”
I quickly wiped the playful smirk from my face. I could see the seriousness...