It soon became apparent that the opposition outmatched the Lightning. I watched as two tries were scored in fairly rapid succession. At least their goal kicker hadn’t been able to convert either effort, so they remained just eight points ahead. To put it lightly, Cory was not a happy camper. He yelled comments about what he perceived as his team’s failings, and muttered none-too complimentary remarks about the likely parentage of the referee. If he hadn’t have been using crutches and impeded by a raised boot, he would have been pacing the touchline. However, if he wasn’t injured then he’d be playing and maybe his team wouldn’t be losing.
“Forward pass!” he yelled. Turning to me, he said more quietly, “f*****g ref’s useless. That was definitely a forward pass.”
“Uh huh.” I only had a rudi
