Well, the good streak had gone on rather long and a catch out was but inevitable.
Groan. Here we go again with the cricket analogies.
The umpire is almost blinded by this waterfall of red satin that the student adorns. For some reason, images of the bedroom of a B grade movie's villain come to mind. When bright, red satin sheets come on screen, you know a song about long, lusty nights sung by an out-of-shape vamp will follow. And surely, that's not an image Katrina aspires to.
It was a good innings, nevertheless. This is a tragic bump in the road, but not an entire failure.