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[bitchy_merlin]

Our rugby Quarter-finals took place today at Sunnybrook Park.

 

We played Birchmount.

 

We played phenomenally.

 

We fucking lost.

 

 

It was not a bad game. It was not even remotely close to being a bad game. We went out there and we played to the best of our ability, all of us. We gave them such a run for their money; we made them fucking work for it. (And they broke M’s wrist, WTF.)

 

The final score: 15 – 5. Why. WHY?

 

We deserved to win that game. That was our game, it had our name written all over it. We were ready, we had all the tools and tricks we needed to beat their asses into the ground, and we could have won that game. We just… didn’t.

 

So we’re officially out of the running now. At the risk of sounding juvenile: it’s not fair! We could have done so much better, we could have made it to finals if we tried!

 

That was all I really wanted to do. Make it to finals. I mean, how awesome would that have been? Our first year in Tier I, our second year having a rugby team at all, we didn’t start training until March while most other schools started in January – and if we’d made it to finals this year? Imagine that. Beautiful.

 

No. No, we lost quarter-finals so no more rugby for us. I’m not gonna lie, I came home and had a good solid half-hour crying bout in the shower. I’m crushed. We have a fantastic team. We could’ve done it. I don’t know why we didn’t, we were so good. Our players might not be the best, but as Ashley said, we’ve “got the most heart”.

 

I can’t even look at my cleats right now. I am so disappointed. That was the last high school sports game us grads will ever play and we lost. Not how I wanted to end the year. And not even the game, but no more rugby at all now. I feel like crying just writing this entry. It’s over.

 

It’s over.

 

It’s over.

 

IT’S OVER!!

 

And we can’t go back and fix it and fuck, fuck gymnastics taught me not to be like this about winning/losing at sports but al;kdjsf;aenr;aserjapoisudfascv finals. Imagine how happy everyone would’ve been. Not just the grads, but the younger players, the new ones too, the ones that are going to be the future of the team. We had so much potential and now it’s fucking gone.

 

At the end of the game, Ashley rubbed my back, saying “You did great out there; you had some great aggression.”

 

Normally this would send me over the motherfreaking moon, but clearly nothing was great enough since we still fucking lost. (I think she did it because she was scared I was about to cry. I was scared I was about to cry, then and there on the field.)

And it's over and I'm going to miss the team, and I'm really going to miss the coaches. (Usually it's the other way round). It's not how I wanted this year to end, but we did have a great season, considering.

(Actually, after the game, Ashley told us that basically she and Tait and Ms. V. all thought that we'd get creamed every single game and never even make it to quarter-finals. Which totally explains the joysplosion of Newtonbrook.)

All I can say it that it was fun while it lasted.