Real Men Play Rugby.
I found this story on ESPN.com. Basically a rugby player in Australia went to the doctor’s complaining about headaches and the eye infection he had developed. After running a couple of tests, the doctor found the tooth of another player had been embedded in his head. The story ends with this quote:
“I can laugh about it now, but the doctor told me it could have been serious, with teeth carrying germs…I’ve got the tooth at home, sitting on the bedside table. If he wants it back he can have it. I’m keeping it at the moment as proof that it actually happened.”
My all-time favorite moment from rugby was when I read this post.
My all-time favorite moment from rugby was one game when I got tackled. The guy who tackled me made the unfortunate mistake of landing behind me (read: away from the rest of his team, in the midst of my team). I had an amazing, ground-level view of one of my teammate’s studded cleats stomping into his gut over and over. I could also see the ref standind about five feet away, shaking his head and saying to the poor fellow, “Better get out the way.”
Speaking of which, the UO men’s rugby team is gearing up for next season. New players are welcome. No experience needed. Guaranteed playing time on a division 1 team. Sorry for the shameless plug; I’ll make up for it with some extra-responsible, topical blog posts.