I was given my first ever yellow card in nine years of professional rugby last Saturday.
Rock n roll eh?
We beat Harlequins 19-15 at The Rec to keep ourselves in the race for European qualification, as well as an outside sniff of the top four and a possible semi-final.
At one stage, Quins broke from their own 22 but my team mate Ben Skirving managed to drag down their attacker right near our line.
I got there and was trying to compete for the ball before he recycled it but I was a bit too late and, as a horde of Quins attackers bore down to smash me into smithereens, I instinctively reached out for the ball.
Referee Dave Pearson blew up and sent me to the naughty step for 10 minutes.
And that was that. It’s getting on for 200 games as a pro since I made my debut for Leicester back in 2002 and I had just received my first sin-binning.
I told Mr Pearson that he had just given me the only yellow card I had ever received before I trudged off.
"There's one in my other pocket if you do it again!" he said.