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Wednesday, May 23, 2001

If there is one thing above all others that annoys me in a netball game, it's people questioning my team placement. Right, there are these rules, and only having one guy in each third of the court. I know these rules. I've been working with these rules for the past two seasons. They're damn annoying.

But there's always someone who thinks they know better. Like the stupid girl playing opposite me last night. It was an ADFA team, so I don't expect too much in the way of mental faculties. But honestly. When I load up my monster defense team (A in GD and KL in WD, if you care), she goes and complains to the umpire. Who tells her no, it's fine, they can do that. So she comes sulking back, and has a whinge.

So I explain it to her. He is in this third, he is in that third, it is legal. She declares it isn't. I explain it using smaller words. She declares it isn't. So, finally, I simply say: "Look, sweetheart, I've been doing this for two year. I think I know what I'm doing, all right?"

She didn't speak to me for the rest of the game. What a loss.

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