Midweek evening games always seem like a great idea when they are first suggested. Then on the day the reality of a busy day at work sets in and by the time I get to the ground, I have what you might describe as limited enthusiasm for a game. One person who could never be accused of having limited enthusiasm is Bernie, who was already up and about by the time I arrived.
Buoyed by American headlines proclaiming Bernie’s surge in the Democratic Primaries, our man had a decent strut going pregame. He pulled the team in for a quick chat and with his infectious enthusiasm, it was inevitable that the whole team began to ‘Feel the Bern’ (just in case anyone can’t get their mind out of the gutter, that is a commonly used unofficial catchphrase for the Bernie Sanders campaign) so there was a good feeling in the group as we took our places on the field. Climate Change-driven weather events (yes Climate Change is real) have forced sporting bodies to implement extreme weather policies to protect player welfare, but it turns out it’s not just the governing bodies making these types of policies. Whilst most of these policies are related to hot weather, Knighty and Hendo’s personal tepid-weather policies kicked in when the temperature dropped below 12 degrees, making them unavailable (I’m gonna feel real bad if either of them had a family emergency) and bringing us down to 12 players, which made it fortunate we would be playing three 25-minute periods. Ordinarily, a 25-minute period sounds shorter than Shae’s legs, but knowing half of the players on the field would be literally half my age, I suspected 25 minutes would seem plenty long enough.
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