Your Scrumhalf Connection - Women's Rugby Blog

Last night, I was walking through our toy-infested living room. Between the baby on my hip and my extra poundage, I could not see the floor. I ended up tripping over a tummy-time gym while carrying Nicole. I did try to regain footing, but ended up flying through the air. We were headed directly for the Fisher-Price picnic table, Nicole first. Fortunately, I had been trained on how to fall while holding onto a ball. My kitten-like reflexes took over. I rotated my body while grabbing Nicole tight to my chest (a shout-out to Phil Corbett: "In the pocku!"). I fell on my left side instead of on the baby. She was in no danger of being knocked-on nor squished beneath a tighthead prop. So, thank you to the OU Roses. If I had landed on Nicole, she would have been seriously hurt. Instead, I was able to retain possession of the baby. Unfortunately, there was no one there to ruck over us so we could get the baby to the backs so they could score a try. It would have been a beauty.

This was posted by Melinda “Kitten” Long Foreman, long-time OU Rose and the most amazing scrumhalf in the history of woman-kind. We miss you, Melinda!