Winning a Donut Competition
The pain was excruitiating. It went on for what seemed like an eternity. My body was contorted in a manner that should never befit a prop.
Totally worth it.
Saturday night the Wife and I were out at a trivia night. Having been invited by Johnmo we arrived fashionably late to find the club stacked to the rafters with fellow Trivia Buffs. Or in our case, Trivia Wannabees.
Throughout the night various draws and competitions were held. I was going to hold back on the donut eating comp, but Wife and Johnmo convinced me otherwise.
Johnmo and myself strode down to the front of the room. It was a time for men to be men, beat our chests and grunt a little.
The hardest part turned out to be the beginning. Once I got the donut in my mouth it was simple maths. Or swallowing. But previous to that ..
.. We had kneel and have our hands behind the back, or somewhere else. The donut sat on the floor in front of us. I should mention that there was a paper towel inserted between the two. Considering it was the floor of a leagues club, I imagine that”s a positive.
It was like a bad scrum where you start yelling "Mayday!". For anyone who”s never been part of the Rugby Union Front Row, "Mayday" is what you yell when things are going bad. Broken spine bad. Face in the mud bad. Obviously, when your face is in the mud you hope someone else is yelling it.
Anyway, point is, my neck hurt. Wah. Kind of anticlimactic.
Moral of the story is, sometimes a bit of pain can net you a big toolbox with a footy inside it.