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Julie Beck brings you her unique take on following her team and the trials and tribulations that occur in that pursuit.
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(Posted on 2008-04-23 16:19:00 by )
23 April Massive Donkeys Ears
Anyway, it’s been half term and so, as a family, beloved husband, the wee man and myself have been doing lots of sporty activities and the weight loss is progressing nicely. The only drawback is that my legs are getting shorter through all the exercise!
I was really impressed with the wee man’s stamina as we went to Edinburgh for the day and he walked for miles without complaint. He really is a fit little chap. But I have to confess he made me cry with laughter when the one o’clock gun went off in the castle whilst we were standing next to it.
I have never seen him jump as high, even on his trampoline, when it happened. He still hasn’t forgiven me. I could tell you stories about that trampoline( 12ft) and an infamous tequila party but I won’t, suffice to say the neighbours captured it on video and provided the street with endless hours of entertainment!
So on to the last league game of the season.
I felt so emotional at the start when the team posed for photo’s with the trophy for the fans and of course we got the smile from Fab.
What an exciting game that was. Sheffield were a completely different team and played with passion and commitment and we made some awful mistakes. Even the wee man who is normally kind of dozing near the end was screaming and thoroughly enjoyed waving the fouled out sharks off the court.
My heart virtually stopped when we went in to overtime but I needn’t have worried we surged and won the day. Champions though and through.
So back down to earth and back to work and school, except I can’t even do that smoothly at the minute.
We slept in horrendously and woke to think AGHHHHHH! Half an hour to do everything and get out the front door. We managed to do everything EXCEPT get out the front door.
I couldn’t find my front door keys and it’s a door that you have to lock when you close it so effectively we were locked in. Beloved husband was at work and it would take too long for him to get home so I ended up having to hoist the wee man up and pass him out of a window to be caught by my neighbour who kindly agreed to take him to school as I couldn’t leave through the window in case we got burgled!
Naturally word got round the street and school and my donkey’s ears got just that little bit longer. What on earth is going to go wrong next?
I’m looking forward to the playoff on Friday and praying we win against Wolves. Hopefully it should prove an exciting game.
See you next time when all will be revealed!
I thought I’d write one more blog before revealing myself to the subscribers in a Badaball exclusive.
It seems that the Eagles have been working overtime in more ways than one recently, working overtime to give the Eagles fans heart stopping entertainment and indeed stretching the games themselves in to overtime. (God that was cheesy).
I really feel that I can’t take much more of waiting for the texts to come through and then sharing on Whatsbev without a drop to drink.
Speaking of which, I know how we almost lost the game at Heat. I’d put a bottle of pink champagne on ice in readiness for winning the league. I was too confident and almost jinxed it. As the game unfolded and my nerves were at breaking point because it looked like it was all over I hurriedly ran to the fridge and put the champagne back in the wine rack. I knew it. It was me because as soon as I’d done that we pulled back and entered overtime and won.
The champagne was still nicely chilled and the rest is history as I continued trying to post on Whatsbev whilst quickly becoming convinced, with a glass in one hand, that the wee man really had followed in Harry Potter’s shoes and become a Wizard. Eh? I hear you say.
Well the keys on the keyboard wouldn’t stop re arranging themselves and my chair kept moving closer to the computer and moving away again. What? Drunk? Me? NEVER!
And then things really became surreal. In the middle of texting the OOTA my mobile rang and it was Frisky or so I thought.
An Irish man asked me if I knew who it was. Amidst the fog that was surrounding my brain I vaguely remembered Frisky stating he would be transporting Brian McCotter to Guildford and back. So trying to sound nonchalant I said, “Oh, is that Brian? Hello.”
Not knowing if he’d played in the game I tried to make small talk asking if he had court time. Not came the reply and I completely couldn’t get my brain in to gear and there was an awkward silence but like the true gentleman he obviously is he stated it didn’t matter it was that the team won that was important. Quite!
So then he got on to the real reason for phoning – scores on the doors for the other games not my sparkling wit and personality. By this time I was virtually on the floor having had my second glass of bubbly and I said “ well I really like you anyway”
…..and then came the words that you just know that you are going to cringe at the next day and I said “ I like your glasses too.” Thoroughly impressed with my small talk I put the phone down and yes slid on to the floor – laughing hysterically!
Next day I wasn’t laughing. I felt sick and also remembered what I’d said!
I have this habit of talking to celebrities and doing stupid things.
I was at North Shields Fish Quay not so long ago and who should be there but the Hairy Bikers so I strolled nonchalantly passed them smiling and ……..tripped over!
We’ll not rake over the Fab school incident but I’m beginning to get a bit of a reputation for having massive donkey’s ears!
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That's not a flattering picture Becky lol