It could have been worse than a sports journo. When I was on my first tour on XI, I confided to the boss that one of those scary army nurses at Akrotiri wanted to get in my pants. I asked for some fatherly advice about how to avoid her and he passed on some top tips. Imagine my surprise when my pax the next day had transformed from a 5' 9" brunette babe into said moose.
So I had a choice, make her barf or make her think what great guys we all were. I choose the latter and was saved by a myopic nav and 10 pints of Heiny.
Rick Reilly could write a humourous article about his mother's funeral. Take it in the spirit it was intended!
Ghost