Every summer, I try to do something different. This summer, it looks like I’ve picked up rugby.
It’s been great fun. Being with a different crowd and having no pressure to perform. I’m crap at rugby and no one gives a shit. Brilliant!
That is until the guy said that we’re not allowed to wear glasses. “What!?”
“What’s your eye-sight?”
“Uh. 500 I guess?”
“Take them off then!”
I had no idea we can’t wear glasses in rugby.
I managed by recognizing blobs of humanoid forms in the different team colours. I couldn’t see the try line on the other end. I told my teammates if I was lucky enough to make a run for it with the ball, can someone please yell out and let me know when I’ve crossed the line?
Turns out that wasn’t needed at all. I couldn’t see enough to dodge people. I couldn’t focus. I’d see a blur of an opponent in front of me which I should try and avoid. But my vision wasn’t clear enough for my brain to plot an alternate route or glance around for options. It’s like skiing downhill in a whiteout and trees popping out in my field of vision too late for me to stop myself. That leaves only one possibility – I get tackled.
I’ve never worn contacts and have managed to get away with it despite of full face helmets, dive masks, and the lot. I just don’t see the appeal of poking things into my eyes.
But with rugby, looks like I’m finally stuck. What to do. What to do?