I did it for the very first time on Saturday.
Went to a rugby match that is. I imagine that the rugby aficionados amongst you are recoiling in horror and disgust at the fact it took me almost 36 years but you just don’t understand. As a young lass growing up in Scotland I was subjected to football or rugby every single Sunday on the TV - Gordon and Barry were avid fans, me and Sandra, not so much. Despite our girlie protestations, rugby or football matches were as sure to accompany our Sunday dinners as a yorkshire pudding or roast tatties. And it made me mad. Fuelled by revenge and spite I swore to the Sporting Gods that I would never set foot in a rugby or football stadium while there was breath in my body!
Never say never...
On Saturday morning Craigy Boy and I received a very kind invitation from our friends, Clare and Mark Hopley, to join them at the semi-final match between the Northampton Saints and the Saracens. Craig practically squealed with delight. In a very manly way of course. I, on the other hand, was less than enthusiastic, recalling the solemn vow I had made many years before. Then I inspected the text more closely and clocked the words “three course meal” and “it’s a VIP thing” and that was it: sold to the lady with the freckles!
So we made our way to Franklin's Gardens where we were treated to a most delicious brunch and enjoyed delightful conversation with our fellow VIPs.
I'm a very important person didn't you know?
Waffles smothered in honey, cream and raspberry coulis
Me and Choppers. Mark used to play for the Saints and is now an Academy Coach.
NOT my Uncle Rich. Richard is a good friend of Mark and Clare's and now he's my friend too.
With Little Mouse and Mum and Dad Cad
AND THEN THE MATCH BEGAN!
If the truth be told the majority of the first half-half went entirely over my head despite a very patient Clare doing her best to explain to me the basic workings of a rugby game - mauls, scrums, lineouts and drop kicks have been added to my vocabulary banks. By the second half, however, I was there in body, mind and spirit and was shouting “Come on you Saints!” with the best of them. Possibly even louder. That’s how I roll.
And oh sweet victory, the Saints emerged triumphant! And so had I. Because I had tried something new despite my long held, shall we say, sporting prejudices.
Celebrating the Saint's victory with Ben, their number one fan, and Kahn Fotuali'i, scrum-half for the Saints.
So I suppose my message to you today, my lovely Warriors, is to look for an opportunity this very week to undertake something new, even if it may not necessarily appeal to you at first. Go on, give it a bash! You just never know until you try.
Ginger Warrior, over and out.
P.S. When was the last time you tried something for the first time regardless of how little or seemingly unimportant? What affect did it have on you?