And it begins...

It was a rainy day…so rainy that it was actually kinda amazing that we were able to play rugby. Rainy day rugby is actually pretty rare in Southern California; most teams play on school fields and the threat of tearing up a field pretty much cancels everything more forceful than a winger shitting.

There was nothing odd about the game itself; it was a well-fought game between old rivals. The outcome of the game didn’t matter much (we won), as it was a preseason game.

Saturday is a rugby day! It also means that Saturday is a, “somebody better take the jerseys home and wash them day.” A rookie always volunteers (hey rookie, wash the jerseys…don’t be a dick!) to wash them and they, hopefully, get returned by the next practice. There are many stupid things a rookie can do when in charge of the jerseys. But the worst would be…

1. Don’t wash them. Unwashed jerseys stink like shit on shit.
2. Don’t wash them, leave them in the bag and leave them in the bag…wet.
3. Leave them at home.
4. Leave them at the field

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As a former team president, I always had my asshole puckered until I would see the jerseys show up to the next practice. If I had to wait till the next game day…well…I could make diamonds down there.

Imagine the shit-throw that would go down if a rookie lost the jerseys…

The Double Douce