I chanced a game of rugby today with some of the sophomores today. What was gleaned? One, shirts that you like - fate usually doesn't so it sets it up for you to wear them when you play a contact sport in order to have someone rip the bottom half off.
Also, physics lesson: when a 200+ former rugby-playing Englishman is barreling down at full momentum towards the goal-line, don't try to stop him lest you want an elbow to you chest. It took a few moments for me to get back on my feet. Note - not a sophomore, and oblate. Sanctioned by God?
Take Care, dear readers.
No comments:
Post a Comment