Monday, 26 October 2015
I Invent A Term
Back on the municipal court in the growing dusk before the still surprisingly early GMT sunset, J and I were practising Ball and using Ball terminology. J achieved several Swishes from far out, one preceded by a Rainbow - a perfect arc of a shot.
"That was a Brick," J informed me, as my shot ricocheted directly back into my hands having hit the rim square on.
"This terminology, " I said, "is why Ball is cooler than netball."
"And other reasons." J lobbed the ball. It bounced off the backboard, onto the rim and out.
"Wooden Cow," he stated.
"Wooden Cow ...?" I asked.
"Nah. Wouldn't Count. Wouldn't count in netball because there'd be no backboard."
Fifteen minutes later, one of my shots bounced off the backboard, onto the rim and out.
"Wooden Cow," I said.
"Yup, Mum - one of them."