Who wears the pants?

The local twilight netball season came to an end last night (of which I have been participating in a team made up of teachers from the school.)  Traditionally the last round is a dress up round... Perhaps trying to indulge in the ultimate cliche our team decided we would cross dress.  Now it may suprise, being the life of the party that I am, that I actually was persuaded to wear a dress to this final netball outing.  Luckily the schools drama department had a nice number in my size.  No photos unfortunately - it was some relief that I opened todays local paper and found the event wasn't rated as news worthy.  To add insult to injury, after the final game their was a somewhat informal league award ceremony where I took out the coveted 'most improved' award (AKA the you are a retard at this sport award).