Figures of speechPosted: December 13, 2011
Have you ever lived a figure of speech,
one of those cliches we so often hear spoken?
Here is one that happened to me.
The rugby ball came out of the pile, a beautiful spiral
from scrum-half to fly-half and like ripples from a
stone cast into a pond the defenders came quickly
after it, each with the proper angle seeking to take
the white treasure away by brute force before we
dashed forward with it.
With an effortless flick of the wrists, the fly-half
passed the ball my way as the first wave of defenders
sent him tumbling to the ground. The ball hung
motionless before me, shining in the sun with the
dew glistening along the laces. I charged forward
and took the ball in stride and cut to my right back
toward the pursuing pack and goal line, determined
to measure their will against mine.
They met me like a tidal wave, lifting me and
smashing me back into the ground with a
resounding whoosh as the air left me and the ball
tumbled merrily away.
Scrambling to my feet as defender now, I wiped
something from my cheek, then laughed as I ran
back into the fray, they had knocked the snot out