I'm rather proud of my family's Irish heritage. Most of you have likely seen the family shield tattoo I have on my left shoulder, and the motto it bears: Nunquam Non Paratus. It means "Never unprepared." I don't normally toot my own horn, but twice this weekend, I proved true to the motto, being ready with just the right things in a pinch.
Saturday: At the SCDC v. SIRG double header, Democracy Inaction (one of the refs) sheared off his kingpin in the middle of the first bout. For my non-derby people, that means he broke his skates in a manner not-easily repairable. As it turned out, I had the pair of skates that I attempted to learn how to skate on last Fall in the back of my truck. Not fabulous skates by any reckoning, but not the bottom of the barrel either. And, they fit him. So, I provided a ref with an emergency pair of skates so he could finish out the night. Granted, he replaced my wheels with his for the rest of the night, but that's ok. Stock wheels are really cheap to begin with.
Sunday: Scrimmage this Sunday was fairly painful: we had three injuries on the track. Fortunately, none were super serious. One person just had the wind knocked out of her really well, one had an old knee injury act up, and another turned her ankle (it seemed). For the latter two instances, yours truly helped each girl off the track by more-or-less picking her up and letting her trail one skate on the ground. (There are benefits to being a big guy...) But, that's not where the In-A-Pinch award for this instance came from. The last girl needed some help getting out to her car. Guess who had a walking stick ready to help her keep weight off the bad foot? We got my shillelagh from the car, and she was able to get about.
Yeah, I know, they're minor instances of providence, but still, it was neat that I was the guy who had just what was needed in a pinch.
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