Tuesday, June 19, 2007
RUN FORREST, RUN
So I got a few pictures from the carnival. One of the parents of 2 of the guys (Rob & Pete) took a few pictures and like that mysterious apperition/floating orb thingy that shows up in family pictures taken near Civil War burial grounds, I was captured forever attempting to play rugby. I guess there's some advantage to playing the position next to the guy who's parents came and brought a high-tech, high-zoom pitchur taker! I will warn you that I do not appear to be good (or even functional for that matter) in still life, but my blazing speed is deceptive and the photographer must have been shooting like 800 speed film to keep from blurring. If you look close enough, you can even see a bit of smoke coming from my blisteringly fast feet...and then I get broadsided by a stubby but rather firm-through-the-body Kiwi. I AM RUGBY. Cower at my feet, underlings!
Rag-tag bunch or Kalgoorlie-Boulder misfits
Don't worry, the guy to whom I passed the ball (Pete) gets goat-roped by the skinny islander Elvis look-alike a few frames later, while I'm on the ground giving the opposing team a moment to revel in my fantastic rugging ability! Do you see the grass smouldering under my rugby boots?HAPPY FATHER'S DAY, POP. The day is different over here (in Sept-Oct), so I didn't hear anything about US Father's Day until today. I'm a terrible son, but a damn fine rugger.
# posted by K-Fleet-13 @ 2:56 AM 
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I'm just guessing that the 3rd picture is probably oh too common during your time of play. I'm not bashing, knowing that my ass would have probably have joined you in your moments of defeat (plus some). But, we ain't quittin for shit!
I was just doing my job. Run until you draw the nearest defender and then dish the ball off so that maybe the next guy can break loose. If timed right, you can draw them close enough and not get hit because you're not technically allowed to hit somebody without the ball...I guess I didn't time it right.
Yes, oh so common. I wish I had a picture of me getting cleaned-up from behind. A skip pass went across to the next guy to spread out the defense and a guy plowed into me from behind. He got the worse end of the deal, though, because he slammed his mouth into the back of my head, then pissed and moaned about it. We are highly-trained athletes, though...or complete idiots!
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Yes, oh so common. I wish I had a picture of me getting cleaned-up from behind. A skip pass went across to the next guy to spread out the defense and a guy plowed into me from behind. He got the worse end of the deal, though, because he slammed his mouth into the back of my head, then pissed and moaned about it. We are highly-trained athletes, though...or complete idiots!
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