It was a 35 degree day in early March, I had been drinking til 5.30am at my 21st ... and decided that I was fine to play in a Presidents Cup u/21 trial game against Balmain at 11 am ...
We took the field, the opposition kicked to my corner, I moved to take the catch with the grace of a gazelle and passed to a prop on the rampage. He burst through the first defenders, and with the acceleration of a jack rabbit I roared up along side him, received the pass back, and with the speed of a cheetah ran the remaining 80 meters untouched to dive between the posts for a try.
Then, I didn't get up past my knees ... and commenced to vomit litres of alcohol ... my team mates veered away from any thought of celebration, the opponents clustered 20m away looking green ... and the world stood still, just me vomiting between the sticks ....
Eventually, after what seemed an eternity, an arm went around me and lifted me to my feet and propelled me towards the side line .... about half way back to the shed ... my helper said .. "well son, at least they won't forget your name" ..
And that is how I met the great Alec "the pig" Tennant .... a good fella ..