When we were at the All Blacks training earlier in the week at the beautiful private school, I kind of adopted Ben Smith.
Toward the end of the session a whole heap of the school kids had come out and were sitting around where we were standing and they were chatting away. We were not saying much because it was so freaken cold and our jaws were in lockdown.
Anyway, amongst the chatter from the children were a group of boys who kept looking up at Ian and I. After some time and much nudging one of the boys asked "are you familiar with the All Blacks?" (think Gloria from Modern Family accent with less English)
Me! Familiar with the All Blacks? What do you want to know?? "yes" I replied "I am familiar with the All Blacks"
Much excitement and nudging and pointing. Whispers up and down the line and slowly it dawned on me, they didn't mean 'familiar' they meant 'family'. More nudging and finally one of the kids asked me 'who is your son?' I am lucky I had had a whole 15 seconds to figure out what was going on, so I had had time to eliminate as a potential son anyone too old, anyone too ugly, anyone too crass, anyone playing badly.
"Ben Smith" I answered.
"Conrad Smith" the kid crowed! "Conrad Smith"
"No! Ben Smith"
"Which one is your son" so I pointed out Ben Smith, posed for photos, signed autographs.
No, I really just pointed him out while Ian moved ever so slightly further away from me and as luck would have it, the bell went and my untruthfulness lies buried in the heart of Buenos Aires.
Toward the end of the session a whole heap of the school kids had come out and were sitting around where we were standing and they were chatting away. We were not saying much because it was so freaken cold and our jaws were in lockdown.
Anyway, amongst the chatter from the children were a group of boys who kept looking up at Ian and I. After some time and much nudging one of the boys asked "are you familiar with the All Blacks?" (think Gloria from Modern Family accent with less English)
Me! Familiar with the All Blacks? What do you want to know?? "yes" I replied "I am familiar with the All Blacks"
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| See, even he looks confused??!!?? |
"Ben Smith" I answered.
"Conrad Smith" the kid crowed! "Conrad Smith"
"No! Ben Smith"
"Which one is your son" so I pointed out Ben Smith, posed for photos, signed autographs.
No, I really just pointed him out while Ian moved ever so slightly further away from me and as luck would have it, the bell went and my untruthfulness lies buried in the heart of Buenos Aires.
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