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At some point in the distant past, someone at my school had built a large concrete tank behind the sheds and called it a swimming pool. Proud of this, they had a "Swimming Sports Day" in which everyone had to participate, even those who couldn't swim (they got to walk across the shallow end of the tank).

This would probably have been OK if the pool hadn't turned a deep opaque green the night before due to lack of maintainance. Even the school sports stars didn't want to go near the gloopy mess in the pool. We were practically pushed in. I'm sure some of the younger kids never surfaced again and the non-swimmers looked petrified.

Tell us your sports day horrors.

(, Thu 30 Mar 2006, 11:13)
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In high school I managed to captain the first XV rugby team. We were playing in the competition whereas we play other regional catholic school teams from our state (NSW).

Now being a Marist Brothers school our principal was a one Brother Roger. Who was known to partake in a port or two.

My team was doing well and we made the quarter finals, perhaps the most important game for the school rugby team in quite a while.

It was a home game so we had a short walk to the local oval where we were to get kitted up. Our coach was a lay teacher that knew a thing or two about the game. He was giving his pre game speech when the door opens.

DADA a one pissed Brother in a port stained white robe.

The next couple of minutes has to be one of the funniest, scariest and uncomfortable moments of my rugby career as Roger continues to regal us with stories of how awesome he truly is, was and could be at the game.

On the way out he hugs a few guys and wishes us all the luck in the world wishing he could play with us.

Queue the next 40 mins Brov Rog screaming at the top of his lungs at us from the side line with a glass of port in his hand. The next 40 though were silent except for the few supporters about.

He was found later in a quiet corner of the park asleep on a bench. Our shining light, our beacon of confidence.

We won 14 - 5.
(, Fri 31 Mar 2006, 16:49, Reply)

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