"NO NO WAIT I NEED YOUR PANTS!"
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bitchy_merlinEUGE! I AM NOT DEAD!
We survived our exhibition games against North Toronto and Leaside. Well, I mean, we lost both games. BUT ALL OUR PLAYERS ARE ALIVE AND INTACT. And we only lost to North Toronto by 12 points. Or possibly seven; something like that. Considering this is our first year in Tier I (and only our second year as a team), and that we were up against a team whose star player plays for the Ontario Rugby League, I don't think we did too badly.
Highlights of the Games!
- Tait was there! Yay! She's awesome in a major way (i.e.: she doesn't try to rip out your throat with your bare hands). I love her and I was really glad she could make it. Ashley was there as well, even more stressed out than usual. Which was amusing in a "oh God please don't kill me" way, but when she started spouting things like "Relax? You want me to relax? We have three minutes to teach these guys how to fuckin' scrum."* we just kind of left her to Tait. Tait's response: "Yes. Chill."
- NOT being Winger, thank you every deity ever. ;aleja;le the summer was bad enough, but when Ms. Vujacic started blathering about needing "an experienced" Winger and pointing at me... what part of "every game was an epic failure" did she not understand? Luckily, Tait kept me as Lock, and I was spared the agony of letting my team down again. Thank goodness for M., our new (but awesome) Winger.
- Elizabeth and Syd scoring the first try of the whole game against NT. Wooohoooo~~
- This exchange:
Girl: (jogging up to me) "Sarah, the coaches want me to sub for you."
Me: (gasping a la beached fish because, um, cardio, what's that? And heading for the sidelines) "Sure thing."
Girl: (sprinting back to me) "NO NO WAIT I NEED YOUR PANTS!"
... the ref wouldn't let her play Lock without proper rugby shorts. THANK GOD FOR SPANKIES, THAT'S ALL I'M SAYING. But my spankies (spandex shorts worn under the actual rugby shorts) were only long enough to cover my underware anyway, and it was kind of that time of the month, so I felt really exposed. I settled for yanking my jersey down as low as it would go, but that made it look like I wasn't wearing any pants at all. So uh. Running past a posse of teenaged guys in what appears to be nothing but an oversized T-shirt = AWKWARD.
- Ashley: "So on Thursday bring a sheet with your three biggest rugby questions written on it and we'll try to address them before next week."
the Girls: (muttering to each other) "...forwards... how do I - and what does... should I... or let it go...?"
Madison: "Why am I so awesome?"
- At the end of the games, we were doing our cooldown stretches and Ms. Vujacic looked over at me speculatively. "I liked you as Outside Centre," she said. (I had played that position for the second half of our game agaist Leaside.)
Being the suave and charismatic individual I am, I blinked at her uncomprehendingly. "What? You - uh. Did I do a good job?"
"Yeah," she replied enthusiastically, "you were really good."
OH MAN, I GOT CONGRATULATED ON SOMETHING. \o/ \o/ \o/ HAPPY~
*For the record: Scrumming (otherwise known as sticking your hands down the pants and your head up the asses of your teammates) is one of the main purposes of the Forwards (aka half the team).
I need a MANLY icon for rugby posts. Dean is good, but ...
...
...
... *looks at icon* No, yeah, he's pretty much got it down pat.
We survived our exhibition games against North Toronto and Leaside. Well, I mean, we lost both games. BUT ALL OUR PLAYERS ARE ALIVE AND INTACT. And we only lost to North Toronto by 12 points. Or possibly seven; something like that. Considering this is our first year in Tier I (and only our second year as a team), and that we were up against a team whose star player plays for the Ontario Rugby League, I don't think we did too badly.
Highlights of the Games!
- Tait was there! Yay! She's awesome in a major way (i.e.: she doesn't try to rip out your throat with your bare hands). I love her and I was really glad she could make it. Ashley was there as well, even more stressed out than usual. Which was amusing in a "oh God please don't kill me" way, but when she started spouting things like "Relax? You want me to relax? We have three minutes to teach these guys how to fuckin' scrum."* we just kind of left her to Tait. Tait's response: "Yes. Chill."
- NOT being Winger, thank you every deity ever. ;aleja;le the summer was bad enough, but when Ms. Vujacic started blathering about needing "an experienced" Winger and pointing at me... what part of "every game was an epic failure" did she not understand? Luckily, Tait kept me as Lock, and I was spared the agony of letting my team down again. Thank goodness for M., our new (but awesome) Winger.
- Elizabeth and Syd scoring the first try of the whole game against NT. Wooohoooo~~
- This exchange:
Girl: (jogging up to me) "Sarah, the coaches want me to sub for you."
Me: (gasping a la beached fish because, um, cardio, what's that? And heading for the sidelines) "Sure thing."
Girl: (sprinting back to me) "NO NO WAIT I NEED YOUR PANTS!"
... the ref wouldn't let her play Lock without proper rugby shorts. THANK GOD FOR SPANKIES, THAT'S ALL I'M SAYING. But my spankies (spandex shorts worn under the actual rugby shorts) were only long enough to cover my underware anyway, and it was kind of that time of the month, so I felt really exposed. I settled for yanking my jersey down as low as it would go, but that made it look like I wasn't wearing any pants at all. So uh. Running past a posse of teenaged guys in what appears to be nothing but an oversized T-shirt = AWKWARD.
- Ashley: "So on Thursday bring a sheet with your three biggest rugby questions written on it and we'll try to address them before next week."
the Girls: (muttering to each other) "...forwards... how do I - and what does... should I... or let it go...?"
Madison: "Why am I so awesome?"
- At the end of the games, we were doing our cooldown stretches and Ms. Vujacic looked over at me speculatively. "I liked you as Outside Centre," she said. (I had played that position for the second half of our game agaist Leaside.)
Being the suave and charismatic individual I am, I blinked at her uncomprehendingly. "What? You - uh. Did I do a good job?"
"Yeah," she replied enthusiastically, "you were really good."
OH MAN, I GOT CONGRATULATED ON SOMETHING. \o/ \o/ \o/ HAPPY~
*For the record: Scrumming (otherwise known as sticking your hands down the pants and your head up the asses of your teammates) is one of the main purposes of the Forwards (aka half the team).
I need a MANLY icon for rugby posts. Dean is good, but ...
...
...
... *looks at icon* No, yeah, he's pretty much got it down pat.
