So the weekend came and went,
I smoked too much
I didn't drink much only 4 in four days
Fell asleep watching Jackie Chan movies -- not because he is boring -- I was just tired
Went to a cookout and watched the boxing on HBO whatever night it was on I think Saturday -- both were lightweight match ups and the first fight was better than the main event
I was seriously disappointed when Lennox Lewis got dropped like a narc at a biker rally during his fight a month or so ago -- I've always liked him as a fighter despite all the critical attention he receives for being a ho hum heavy weight -- well he certainly did not give them any reason to stop wagging there banners after that fight.
I don't think I could ever get in the ring and fight not because I'm afraid but because I know it will hurt -- one fighter once said that the hard punches don't hurt its like feeling god's love, I wish I could remember who it was.
Well if god's love feels like a power jab from a heavy weight I'm not all that sure that I want to have a whole lot of love --
Although it could be a lot like the days when I played college rugby. We would all take these pounding hits -- the bone jarring kind -- much like running into a tree -- I can compare the two having done both -- but it didn't really hurt when it happened.
Now the next day right when you are waking up and you begin to send commands to your body to move around and
BAM then the pain comes in and you get this mental picture of the hit all over again.
Which is sometimes kinda interesting especially if you don't really remember the hit in the first place.
Well the two worst smacks I received in rugby were in separate matches -- one was from a guy on a semi-pro team he cracked my left rear tooth bottom row.
This I didn't know until drinking a huge gulp of water at the half --it was like having a live electrical wire in my mouth
The other was in a game against Frostburg State College -- you know I could say FSC and it would sound a lot better but it's not that team.
anyway
I'm on the wing running in behind the team mate with the ball and we are making a hard run for the goal --well as with most hard runs at the goal you get stopped and my buddy got plowed under
well he pitches the ball right as he gets clobbered and it bounces
bouncing rugby balls are not what you would call predictable -- one might say that it is like a probability question -- how many possible directions can the ball bounce -- forget the laws of geometry they no longer apply -- and then once you think you know the answer the ball will do exactly the opposite
so I know
the ball is not going to bounce to me and
I will be forced to try to get the ball and
it will ultimately be chaos and
a huge mess this close to the goal and
we will end up in a scrum
which we in turn will lose because
we are a fairly pathetic rugby team.
Well that doesn't happen --
the ball bounces right to me --
not at me --
not near me but
right in the hands.
Yay for the Fighting Falcons. Yes and No
Now I have the ball five yards out from the goal and all 15 of their team is within 10 yards of me not a good thing if you know what I mean
well I run forward
One hit --roll right
two hits --roll left
three hits -- he goes down -- so I go over him
the goal line
two steps away
one
two
Touch down
Now its called a touch down because you have to touch the ball to the ground for the score to count so I go to one knee and touch the ball down --Score
now yay for our team
but then hits four and five come
four hits me in the shoulders and spins me around with my left knee now twisted and bent
hit five comes in bam right on the knee
POP
now the guy on top of me starts yelling get back get back and asking me if I'm alright?
I'm alive at this point and thankful for that
"ya"
"you have knee problems?" he asked
"I do now" I say not meanly either
He rolls off of me and
POP the knee cracks again once all the weight is off it. then it immediately swells to the size of a grapefruit and gets bigger as I limp (assisted) to the sidelines.
Well the match starts back up as soon as I'm off the field and I walk to the hospital which you can see from the rugby field --having a hospital in sight of a rugby pitch is a good thing for any rugby match -- well no serious damage the doc says you have one of the best knee injuries I've seen everything just pulled away from the patella and then went right back in place WOW
I get to go to the beer bash after the match
Well I get there and
We won
My goal was the only successful try of the match --this ended my college rugby career because there were only 4 more matches in the season and I had to do 8 weeks of rehab if I wanted to ski that winter -- I did the rehab and quit getting beat up on Saturday afternoons.
Tuesday, May 29, 2001
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