Break my stride
On Friday night one of my most treasured streaks ended abrubtly. I had played a few hundred rugby games without breaking a bone. In one instant that streak was broken along with my nose. It was a pretty tame looking play; trying to make a tackle when I met a teammate's shoulder. It didn't bleed too bad from my nostrils but there was a little cut on top of my nose that was gushing like Old Faithful...I actually covered Coach Pacey's white shirt. Anyways, I got it straightened back out on Saturday but made sure to take a picture of the mushy nose for mom and posterity. This picture reminds me of all of thoes American Justice shows where they show some killer's high school picture and then zoom in on just his eyes with some doomsday music playing in the background and you think "Oh look at those eyes, clearly he's a serial killer". So put on some dark music and look at this picture and tell me if I look like a serial killer. I think you'll be surprised at what you find out. See you in the crawl space.
Pace out.
Oh, and just because the 80's are hilarious here's a little gem:
Sweet 'stache!
Labels: Return of the 'Stache
posted by Vitamin S @ 7:53 p.m.
2 Comments:
So much for the good looks...Now you officially look like a lumpy, bumpy rugby player.
I think he still looks pretty damn hot!
-e
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