Page 6 of Big Rucking Disaster
“Courier. Several days a week, I courier documents on a bicycle for law firms around the downtown core. The job isn’t as lucrative as it once was because people can sign many documents over the internet, but there are still some things that have to be done the old-fashioned way. Sometimes I also pick up other business stuff. But let me tell you, cycling around downtown is dangerous, and I don’t recommend it.”
“But it’s a good workout.” Kenji slapped his thighs. “Quadriceps.”
“And glutes.” I attempted to jiggle my butt.
Coach’s eyebrow arched.
I didn’t pout.
Well, much.
“How often do you work out?” Juniper hadn’t seemed all that keen when introducing themselves, but they brightened now.
So I went on to explain about my training schedule—how often I worked out with the team or by myself. I also veered into nutrition. Admitting I didn’t always eat healthy, but that certain nutrients were important, and I was careful with supplements.
“How about concussions?” Greta gestured to her head. “I got knocked around once. I passed protocol, but my mom got super worried.”
“She’s right to worry. Rugby’s a dangerous sport. All that body contact and no protective gear.”
“Unlike hockey.” George grinned.
“And football.” Kenji rolled his eyes. “Wimps.”
“Hey!” His schoolmate apparently didn’t take kindly to that.
“I meant football players—”
“Hey!” This time, a rather large teenager, Moose, crossed his arms. Defensive tackle. Built like a brick shithouse, as my mate Jason would say.
“I think we can bring it down a notch.” Coach caught the gaze of each of the kids. “Rugby’s a very dangerous sport. As are many others. Perhaps you can take us through concussion protocol?” He stared at me with intense and laser-focused eyes.
“Sure. Something I’m way too familiar with.” I took them through the entire protocol, including all the steps the doctors would take before deciding if I was concussed or not. “Three times. I don’t recommend it.”
“What about chronic traumatic encephalopathy?” Madison asked that question. Although athletic, she’d made it clear she wanted to be a trainer and not an athlete.
“CTE’s a danger anytime you get knocked around. Obviously, the more concussions you have, the more likely you are to get it. It can only be diagnosed after death.”
“That’s why some athletes are arranging to donate their bodies when they die.” George puffed out his chest.
Watch him. Kid’s…a bit morbid.
“That’s true. I’ve arranged for that as well. It’s good to have a will and a medical directive when you play pro sports. I mean, those things are good to have anyway. I sure didn’t think about it growing up, but now when I risk myself every week? I want to make sure people know what I want.”God, now I sound morbid.
“Have you ever had a red card?” George again.
“Once. I have to say that wasn’t my proudest moment. I accidentally hit a guy in the throat with my arm. Honest mistake—I thought he was turning one way, and he turned another. But I could’ve caused serious damage. There’s no excuse for that,and I got turfed. I try really hard not to get them, though. I don’t even like spending time in the sin bin.” I rolled my eyes.
Everyone laughed.
Except Coach.
I don’t know how to reach him. To assure him I’m one of the good ones.He appeared ready to boot me at any moment. Where was his antipathy coming from?
“Do we have enough time to try a couple of throws?”
“Yes!” Kenji leapt up. “I want to show you my moves.”
George rolled his eyes. “Try doing it backwards in skates.”
