I’m quaking in my cycling shoes because on Saturday night, I’m doing a presentation at the Western Force Team Event at Subiaco oval.
I can just see it, thick set rugby players as tall as skyscrapers towering over little me, all of five foot four inches. I’m going to get a cricked neck from peering up at them. Maybe I’ll need a loud hailer to be heard. Even when I’m standing on the stage, I’ll probably still be looking up at them.
I’m sweating over my speech because if they can’t hear me, they probably won’t even see me. I need to make some sort of impact right from the start, grab their attention. How about a firecracker? No, maybe a bit dramatic. Maybe if I wore a few pairs of stilettos and several lumber jackets, they might think I’m one of them.
  I’m going to open with a congratulatory remark about the team having blind side flankers in their membership. Now that’s real equal opportunity!
If I survive the night, I’ll let you know how I go.
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