Pace on Earth

Foreplay

I woke up this morning and it felt like I played a rugby game on the weekend!

Turns out I had of course. We travelled to Boston (or thereabouts) for our first game of the season on Saturday. Most of the boys travelled down on Friday but thanks to the the family men (aka Teddy and Terry Humpadink) we decided to maximize hometime and travel down Saturday morning. So we hit the road at 5:30 or so and made it to Mass. at about noon. We met up with the other fellas at the hotel and headed for the field. We played on that new artificial turf which is actually soft thanks to shredded recycled tires. It makes for a very fast track which was a bit hard on us because it tested our fitness for the first game of the year. We lost the game (48 - 22) to a fairly good US team but we're happy with how we played for our first game out while missing a few regulars. We look forward to playing them again sometime to get some retribution.

A few of us spent the night and managed to find some high culture in Amesbury. There is a ballet there called the Tens which has high quality shows. I was with what was possibly the most motley crew you could ever assemble (excluding Motley Crue of course). A Scotsman, the Black Hitler, an Irish Troll, The Bastard, and whatever the hell Izzy is. Quite a handful I must say. There is a joke in there somewhere...

We made it back to Canader around 4 o'clock on Sunday and I have to say as much as I like America and it's people (and I do despite their leadership and direction) I always feel a palpable sense of relief when we arrive at the border. I think it's quite simply because I know if I screw up in Canada, I mean really screw up, I know some Mounties. In the States I know some Bardsley's and that's probably not going to help anything.

Doin' it for Rugby!

posted by Vitamin S @ 11:24 a.m.