It brought back a lot of memories from college when my husband played rugby.
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I didn't miss a single game during the three years he played. It was so much fun. Although I have to say, without fail, not even five minutes of time would go by before some sort of fight would break out...and after awhile I didn't even have to check to see if my husband was involved. He always was.
Nature of the sport I imagine.
There were clean moments...
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There were the muddy moments...
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But no matter how the weather was, or who the team was playing...it was always an adventure with lots of action and the day always finished up with a friendly party of songs, laughter, and good times.
Sometimes I wonder what all the ruggers are up to these days. Hoping you're all doing well and that life hasn't had you 'drinking from the boot' very often.
~Your Rugby Princess
In addition:
Some day I really want to travel to New Zealand to watch the All Blacks play. Please, please, pretty please?
2 comments:
Hehe! I think your hubby still has that in him. I'm just waiting for him to clobber my hubby one day. When that happens, I'll be ROFL and taking lots of pictures.
But eeps, did you have to do his laundry after each game?
I take it the handsome lad at the top of the post is your husband?
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