This week has been bloody horrible. I wont lie. I have had to deal with some crap that wasn’t my fault but I was being blamed for, and it made me just want to hide under the duvet and drink wine until it all went away.
I hid a fair amount. I drank far too much wine. But I still had to go to work, do life things, and oh yeah… ref five games at the weekend. Ha. One of those things that seems like a good idea when you book it, then you find yourself the day before cursing your past-self for not being able to see into the future.
So, first up. Heartlands triple header. Thankfully in Wolverhampton so not far away. 09:00 start, roped in some old ref buddies as my Heartlands refs couldn’t all make it: Ed Estaire, Kicks, Logan, Robo, Anton, Lee, Dom, Magnus and Hannah L on paperwork duties.
Ok ok, so yeah I might have set off in a stinking mood, feeling a bit sorry for myself. But I made a nice smoothie and put on some sing-a-long tunes in the car, and by the time I got there I felt almost normal. Few problems with the hall (it wasn’t set up to be sanctioned, booooo, the medics didnt show, double booooo, and then two of the teams failed to show for the captains meeting, mega boooo) but the crew were on top form, laughing, discussing rules, in the zone. The games flew by. Official reviews were a doddle (having a crew that switched on made them so bloody easy). Everyone was in high spirits, and we got the job done. For the first time ever I experienced a game with two double injuries in it. Haggard. I’m pretty sure everyone is ok now though. At half time I sat in the penalty box and checked my phone, had a lovely message from the boy asking if I wanted a duvet night on the sofa and he’d pick out a film for me and make some healthy food. Urgh. Gonna marry the fuck out of him.
So, feeling a bit happier I dragged the crew into the photobooth that Wolves set up and got them to dress up (Logan loved it) and have a group shot done. Also Anton drew a picture of me 🙂 THIS DAY MADE ME VERY HAPPY.
Next up, a double header in Coventry. Once again, close to home. Duncan got the train to Brum and I was gonna meeting him and set off. But the Birmingham half marathon was on. And Duncan’s train was delayed. *Cue stress*. We arrived at the venue at 13:45. My captains meeting was meant to have taken place at 13:15. URGH. Duncan had kept in touch with the other refs while we were travelling, so we agreed he would take the ref meeting and I would do the captains. We ran in, dumped bags, did the meetings, got changed, dealt with the BLAH you have to as HR, had a wee and then started. Only 15mins late. MIC DROP.
The first game was a cherry-popper style, slow, lots of touching with no impact, lots of people falling over when no one else was around, and lots of confused faces when they were given a false start warning. MEGA LOLZ. The NSO crew were so fresh no one could blow a rolling whistle and the “Failure to yield” penalty I gave was questioned because it wasn’t on the sheet of penalties.
Gave feedback and on to the second game. One injury, one bench manager that liked to talk to me between every jam and once again, a fresh NSO crew. Meant lots of communication between jams, lots of confused looks, lots of OTO’s. So glad to have the crew I did. Duncan and Dom made me smile far too much about the craziness happening on track and off.
Afterwards we went for a vegan burger (shut up) and then home, where the boy was ready with a glass of wine for me. I know, perfect right?