A Sporting Dilemma


As my regular readers will be aware, I have played rugby all of my life. I love the game and it has given me so much, including very good friends.

I was on Facebook the other day when I saw something quite disturbing. A friend of mine (one of the “old boys” from the rugby club) had put a very disturbing status up:

so any 1 wonder why (name removed) is in hospital , infection frm pinnin in his grion , thiven junkie low life c..t , stole frm his MUM’s , stole frm his sister who put him up when noone wanted him , then stole frm his auntie who also put hm up after stealin frm his sisters , role n die u low life c..t lol xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx

Now this is some pretty harsh words. I have played rugby with the gentleman in question and this brings me to my dilemma. If he is indeed a junkie (can’t believe everything you read online, but the guy who posted this is related in some way to the person in question), can I ever play rugby with him again?

Before you judge me, let me make my case. It is a known fact the drug users are not exactly fussed about using clean, sterile needles every hit and, as a consequence of this, can and do contract certain infections and diseases from the dirty needles (such as HIV, hepatitis etc.). These infections and diseases can be passed from one person to another in various methods, including blood.

Now for the uneducated, rugby is a very physical game and cuts and bleeding are par for the course of a normal game (this weekend is a prime example where a team-mate of mine needed stitches in the top of his head after being kicked, by accident). Because of these types of diseases, we are no longer allowed such things as a bucket of water and sponge to clean cuts as infections can be spread in this manner. I know every time I walk on to the pitch, I run the risk of receiving an infection (ridiculously small risk, but still present), but I never think of it and it never really concerns me. However, I’m not so sure I can say the same thing now.

So the questions are:

  1. Can I happily play a contact game where bleeding can/does occur with a “known” drug user is also playing, let alone share a shower with him after the game?
  2. Should I mention this to my captain, as I’m not sure he would have seen the Facebook soap-opera?

My First Fight


The time has come. My first San da tournament has arrived. Well, I say arrived, it’s in November. It’s a novices tournament so I shouldn’t come up against any amazing fighters that will decimate me and my coach thinks I’m more than ready. Just one problem really…… The wife don’t want me to fight!

As I play rugby, this weekend is going to be a tiring one and I’m not sure how she’ll take it as it’ll mean saturday rugby and Sunday San da. Which doesn’t leave much time for family. This should be ok cause I’ll take some time off work. Just not sure how I’ll approach the situation, let alone tell her I’m fighting!!

I have to do this though. Come April, the British championships are taking place and my coach thinks I’ve a good chance, so this tournament will be great experience for me. Just need to persuade the mrs that San da isn’t as violent as mma and I’ll probably get more hurt playing rugby.

Wish me luck. Anyone fancy coming to watch, drop me a line for details. Support is MORE than welcome!!

Usurper To The Crown


I have a problem. There is treason afoot within the court.

They say a man’s home is his castle. This is true, but my kingdom has always been the rugby field. Here, I have felt safe and secure, knowing that my skills and abilities will protect me. They are my moat and my fortifications, my shirt is my crown and my team mates are my army. Now, it seems, one of the foot soldiers dares to offer up a potential new king who wishes to claim my crown for himself.

During the off-season, some of the foot soldiers converted to the new religion of “rugby league“. This is not a treacherous act as the union was not being played and so was allowed by royal decree. However, whilst at this new church, another was discovered. A strong being with physical powers comparable to myself.

This has caused me considerable concern. Although my royal power has strengthened of late thanks in part to losing weight and getting fitter, this upstart is still a threat. A battle was had yesterday in which he was given a frontline position. His strength is undeniable. The remaining skills necessary to wear the crown were not on show. After seeing what he had in the heat of battle, I’m not excessively concerned now. True, I’m going to have to work harder to keep the crown, but with solid training I believe my natural god given talent will shine through. DEUS VULT!!

Failing that, there’s always bribery.

Will It Never Stop?!


It’s now over 4 months since my little girl came into this world. As you know from my previous posts, this has not always gone so smoothly for me and “culture shock” would be an understatement! But as times gone on, things have gotten sooooooo much better.

I’m calmer now with her. This comes from my understanding of her needs and her growing up and not being such a blob (all new born babies are, you can’t deny it).

She’s becoming such a little character. She’s laughing at things, getting annoyed by things, learning so fast and is a total joy to have in my life.

But one thing is alluding us……. That infamous night of sleep!

 

Don’t get me wrong, we put her down at 8, dream feed at 11, then she goes through to about 3.30. Then we get her off and she stirs every half hour to an hour until 8. Not too bad really, but I’m dying for a full nights sleep. I think the missus is feeling it just as much (although she’s a total champ). My eyes feel like lead balloons, attention is zero and my energy levels are desperately low (and when you play rugby and fight san da, this can be a dangerous thing).

But we’re getting there. We have a holiday booked to Sharm El Sheik, Egypt at the end of September. That gives us 4 weeks to crack this night sleeping at get two weeks of peaceful bliss.

Wish us luck!!

Drunken Girls


For those of you that follow my twitter, I’ve been out with the boys tonight. Last night of session with the rugby boys before my baby arrives.

Now I hate to blow my own trumpet, but I can handle my booze. It’s midnight, I’ve got my captain off his face due to a little game we played, but I’m fine. I’m currently waiting for a taxi and watching people.

Now watching people is a past time of mine, but I’ve never really watched drunk girls when I’ve been sober(ish). Its really quite embarrassing. These young girls are dressed up with everything hanging out and they can hardly walk!!

I’ve just seen one girl CARRYING her friend down the road. What must their parents think?!? This may sound really cruel, but I can see how some girls get attacked and things.

God, I’m sounding REALLY old now…..

Training Not Quite Going To Plan


All my life I’ve been a rugby player and I absolutely adore the game. Without being too big headed or egotistical, I’m also a pretty talented player. What I mean by this is that it comes very naturally to me (passing, tackling, tactics, positioning) so I don’t have to work as hard as others.

That’s my problem. Because I find it easy I don’t work hard at training and I’ve become fat and lazy.

I’ve just come back from a long term injury and my fitness is shocking. Never been this bad. So now I want to train but my lazy side is making it very difficult.

I’ve also restarted muay Thai. Once again, I’m loving this!!! However, due to my shocking physical state I’m finding this MUCH harder than rugby and it’s embarrassing me!!! At least when I go rugby training I have my skill to hide my unfitness. Not so at Thai boxing.

But I’m trying. I’m trying to get myself motivated to train rugby twice a week and Thai twice a week. I’m failing at the minute, but I’m going to keep trying and hopefully defeat my lazy demons!!!!

Any words of encouragement or advice gratefully received!!!

Marylin Monroe Gets Man-Flu


It’s been a while since I last posted (No excuses really as I now have the app on my iPhone that lets me access, post and read my blog!) so I thought I’d be a typical man and tell you all how rough I’m feeling today.

I went out last Friday for my stag do with the rugby boys (proper stag weekend to Berlin is coming up). As I’m sure you would have gathered, they got me extremely drunk (although a few comments were made at how much I put away and how well I did) and dressed me as Marylin Monroe with green fairy wings. This was fine while we were in the rugby club. However, come leaving the club for the town centre, the weather got decidedly colder and wearing a thin dress and thong and not much else leaves you VERY cold.

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Suffice to say, I don’t remember much of the night and Sunday and Monday was a write off. Tuesday comes and I’m sniffling and snorting and feeling like death warmed up.

I’m now sat at work, coughing my right lung up, nose feels like the blackwall tunnel at rush hour and my head feels like it’s been stamped on. Women moan about child birth, they should try man-flu!!