A Wet Netball Weekend
I was shaking because of the damp breeze blowing into my soaking wet netball dress. I was like an iceberg.
“2 minutes to bell”, I heard the timing lady call out. We heard her loud and clear.
My opponent that was defending me pushed and shoved me like I was a puppet in a show. I got on my toes and put my cold wet back against her. She could not get past me. I was holding her. She did not look happy. The whistle blew at the same time as the bell. It was like a cat scratching a blackboard. Everyone raced to the ball. We were a crazy herd of antelope being chased by a pack of lions wanting their dinner.