hertfordshire

i love my rugby team. not because we seem to be on a winning streak last season and potentially this season, but because we are bunch of really nice people

this sounds like self-propaganda but it's the truth. no underhand studding/ slapping/ punching tactics from us on the field - it's something we've never really discussed as a team, but something unsaid that we all understand: fighting our way unreasonably to a victory without sportsmanship is just not something we'll stand for

yesterday we won 40-0 apparently. i say apparently because everyone, including our coach who was meant to be meticulously recording the scoring sheet, didn't have a clue at the end as to the final score!

i played for about 20 minutes and made a couple of good try-preventing tackles; however the 2nd tackle left me with a massive bump on my knee that hurt for all of 2 minutes. i was quite worried that i'd done some ligament damage like 2 of my other teammates (something of a jinx in our team last year), but when i turned out to be nothing more than a big "balookoo" (cool, i haven't used this word in ages), i wished i'd stayed especially since we started losing control of play and getting lots of useless mauls going. in the 2nd half i was touch judge, was a funny sight jumping up and down on the touch line with my luminous flag every time something exciting happened in the game (every, oh, 10 seconds)

oh well

i must say herts' backline has improved since we last beat them 2 seasons ago. having said that, my team's evolved even more tremendously, and i'm looking forward to more wins, and good rugby

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today, i kept "snoozing" my alarm for about 1.5 hours before finally rolling (literally) out of bed at 8:30am. tired tired tired!