Like the Queen’s Christmas trip to Balmoral, I too have a benchmark activity. It happens usually at the start of June and doesn’t end until late September – sometimes it’s extended until early October. This event heralds the turning of another season of hail, rain, wind, frost, fog, cold and early morning weekend alarms. A season spent on the side of courts/pitches/ovals/greens, feigning interest in sports I don’t understand the rules of. A season of wins, losses, icepacks, orange duty, not knowing any other parents’ names, pointing out to the kids that it’s grammatically incorrect to say they’re “versing” a team, and, of course, wrestling with the guilt of not putting my hand up for the team manager role. Yes, a winter season of kids’ sport. The “activity” is not…