Thursday, June 07, 2007
Shorts...check, boots...check, brain........
Just an update to let all of you FOF's (Fans of Fleetwood) know that I made it through the country carnival with only a few dings and bruises...nothing permanent unless you count the mental scarring from watching 2 poor souls empty 5 liters of chunder from their guts down the side of the bus at 80 km/hr. We won 2 of the 4 games, both on Sunday in our WASM gold jerseys (vs the Boulder Blue/MAroon from Saturday), which won us a trophy. The trophy was a pissy little gold plastic cup on a wooden base, but we played 200 minutes of grueling rugby for it. Winning rocks. Go Boulder-WASM! The first day of play was pretty confusing, but I found my flow in the second day of play and started "flying around like an idiot" (in the words of Coach Hurst). All of the small technical questions I had about my position (outside center) just evaporated once the ball was in play, as this level of rubgy is more of a maylay than a fine, strategic game of chess. Imagine WWF Royal Rumble with 30 guys...oh and a ball that has something to do with it all.
So we get back to Kal battered and bruised after 11 hours on the bus, and this is the point where my better judgement goes out the window. I have decided to continue to play until I do sustain a career-ending injury or someone knocks some sense to me (which is right possible this Saturday). There are about 3-4 rounds left in the local league, and the guys still need the numbers so I am going to stay on the field and give whatever I've got for the betterment of mankind...or at least keep the team from playing short.
So that's it. A few taudry stories from the road, but what happens at Country Carnival stays at Country Carnival...and I apologise to the 2, 8-year olds who had to listen to a bunch of foulmouthed rugby players sing their anthems about defiling women and drinking booze! Their Dad should have never brought them on the bus! Oh yeah, and if anybody sees my weiner, can you please send it back to me...I haven't seen it since we got into the frigid-arse ocean at Albany after our games on Saturday ;)
Just an update to let all of you FOF's (Fans of Fleetwood) know that I made it through the country carnival with only a few dings and bruises...nothing permanent unless you count the mental scarring from watching 2 poor souls empty 5 liters of chunder from their guts down the side of the bus at 80 km/hr. We won 2 of the 4 games, both on Sunday in our WASM gold jerseys (vs the Boulder Blue/MAroon from Saturday), which won us a trophy. The trophy was a pissy little gold plastic cup on a wooden base, but we played 200 minutes of grueling rugby for it. Winning rocks. Go Boulder-WASM! The first day of play was pretty confusing, but I found my flow in the second day of play and started "flying around like an idiot" (in the words of Coach Hurst). All of the small technical questions I had about my position (outside center) just evaporated once the ball was in play, as this level of rubgy is more of a maylay than a fine, strategic game of chess. Imagine WWF Royal Rumble with 30 guys...oh and a ball that has something to do with it all.
So we get back to Kal battered and bruised after 11 hours on the bus, and this is the point where my better judgement goes out the window. I have decided to continue to play until I do sustain a career-ending injury or someone knocks some sense to me (which is right possible this Saturday). There are about 3-4 rounds left in the local league, and the guys still need the numbers so I am going to stay on the field and give whatever I've got for the betterment of mankind...or at least keep the team from playing short.
So that's it. A few taudry stories from the road, but what happens at Country Carnival stays at Country Carnival...and I apologise to the 2, 8-year olds who had to listen to a bunch of foulmouthed rugby players sing their anthems about defiling women and drinking booze! Their Dad should have never brought them on the bus! Oh yeah, and if anybody sees my weiner, can you please send it back to me...I haven't seen it since we got into the frigid-arse ocean at Albany after our games on Saturday ;)
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Adda boy, can't stop a Fleet from makin a complete ass out of himself because 1) we really don't care, and 2) we always give it a go whether we're actually skilled in the activity or not. And yes, we'll always talk about how skilled we are. :) O'Doyle rules!
Just wanted let you know that a friend of yours died in the line of duty on October 6, 2007. Gary McCormack was killed in a car wreck responding to call with the Greene County Sheriff Department. A sad moment for all that knew him. He will be greatly missed.
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