It has been 25 years since I tossed my body to the wolves on a rugby pitch. Not that I’m not a little lycanthropic myself, but there are also another 29 wolves on the pitch; 15 percent want to put the hurt on you.
I wonder why I find myself smiling three hours after I walked off the pitch, arms around my mates, both Team Black and Team Red. Despite the desire to pound the opposition into the ground, the whistle blows and everyone is happy and friendly again.
It reminds me of these guys.
During the game…
After the game.
Still riding the high.
Respectfully submitted,
Canoelover