kill bill

i the spirit of rugby i decided to take up my boots and go play some rugby. man oh man. my body is hurting. knowing than i am a yappie. every tom dick and harry on the pitch tried to kill bill. every time the ball came my way there were four froggies on me. i think i will not be able to move tomorrow. and thats not all. here they do everything in one practice. hence the practice went on for what felt like a year. but in actual fact is was only three hours. contact non stop. apart from the eight laps we ran around the picth befoe we even started. the old will power is kicking. but the body is weak. and thats not all. i had to take the bus to the field. that took thirty minutes. then after three hours of murder. i had to walk that distance back. that was absolutely no joke what so ever. not to mention the ladies of the night that i had to pass on my way home. i had to walk halfway across the city about. all of that said. the biy in me feels good. shouting codes and moves in french is a new one for me. the only word i did understand very well was merde. no translation there. however it is good for my french. i enjoy making new friends. it is a bit weird to be standing next to someone in a line out or in the backline and be talking wine characters and the quality of the wine this season. but then again this is france and here nothing is normal. i wonder what will happen next. only time will tell and the anticipation is great. but all of that said it was a great experience and i can not wait for the season to start. no doubt i would be as fit as a fiddle come match day. what this space.