Pace on Earth

Shelter From The Storm

Maritimers across the region were bracing for a hurricane over the weekend and ever since Hurricane Juan hit a few years ago, we tend to take these things seriously. Fortunately, this time, Hurricane Kyle was slowed by the cold waters of the Bay of Fundy and the only hurricane that made it this far inland was Hurricane Bardsley.

It was a good thing too because we had a game yesterday and although we were resigned to playing in some severe weather it made for a much more enjoyable day playing in a warm and wet, but not very windy, day. I hate cold and wet but warm and wet I don't mind so much. And for whatever reason, I found myself in a bit of a foul mood yesterday and I played like it. For some reason I felt the need to hit some people and as luck would have it I had the perfect forum to do so. Afterwards, some of the most important people in my life told me it was the best game they'd seen my play in a while which made me thankful, and then concerned that I may have let my desire slip a little. No matter, it was the day that mattered and I was happy to enjoy the beer that came with their praise. I sat in the locker room with my teammates and thought to myself that this is my shelter from the storm.

The book I am currently reading probably sums it up best:
"At the amateur level, rugby sets the players at odds
with society. Doing anything not for money is odd,
but we're doing something seriously and not for money,
with the risk of getting hurt, and not for money."

Pace out.

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posted by Vitamin S @ 5:25 p.m.