The Season is over. Now the fun begins

So the rugby season is over for the team.  I feel a little bit of releif but I know we are going to be hard at it next year and I want to dominate the teams we barely lost to. 

So we played the Crusaders.  Well we played the 8 that showed up and the whores from our team.  After the first 20 mins I found myself in the game for the other team.  I didn't play as well as I wanted to.  Actually I didn't really care.  I walked all over the field, broke half of my own rules and just did what I wanted to do.  But it was still fun and my own team had it out for me.  I just hope I gave as good as I got.  Another note is the other team is a Gay Rugby team.  I personally could have cared less but I am seeing some people look down on our team because had a match against them?? 

So what now??  I have put way to much weight back on and I hate it.  I really want to play rugby full time as well but I want to it the right way this time. Keep my weight in check and move up and down the field. 

Shitty Game

Nothing is more frustrating that working hard and pouring yourself into a team just they can decide that they would rather do something else on game day.   These are suppose to be the future leaders and they are selfish and self centered.  Venting

The Battle of Mogadishu has begun.

The Battle of Mogadishu has begun.

For anyone reading this,  remember that this blog is written for me to vent things and save events that happen in my life that tend to become forgotten over the years.  So if it sounds a little self centered.  It is suppose to be

I have thinking about not so much this actual day 20 years ago.  Like I said before I was back in the states by now.  I do reflect on the 6 months I spent in that Shit hole.  I look at maps of the city now and I realize that I do not remember alot of what went on

Blackhawk Down

20 years,  I can't believe it has been that long.  20 years ago the U.S. Army was shocked when it's elite units got zapped in Mogadishu, Somalia.  Known as the Battle of Moagdishu by Historians, or the Day of the Rangers by Somali locals.  This is what started the guilt trip that has lasted half my life.  I remember being stunned and in shock watching the bodies of  American Soldiers being dragged through streets of Mogadishu.  These were guys I was serving with 2 weeks earlier.  I just left that place.  Why am I not there to help.  What are the replacements we left doing?  There is no way they could do as much as I could be doing over there.  I knew that city well.  I should be there!!!!

Still 20 years later these memories haunt me like crazy.  I can't sleep right now, I pray to god for comfort at night just so I can fall asleep.  I hate this....

Rugby, Rugby, Rugby

Rugby, Rugby, Rugby....  I never thought when I first saw Rugby almost 20 years ago I would still be involved with it.  In fact I made a point of intentionally pushing myself away from the sport and the club all together.  Last year I was asked to go watch my old team play a another team we use to beat up on regular basis.  I was stunned with what I saw.  The team I knew and loved was gone, replaced by a bunch of some the most non rugby playing individuals I had seen.  The number of cardinal rules that were being broken just shocked me.  They argued with each other, ran away from suport and showed little knowledge of the game.  It reminded of the first team I played with in germany, LOL.  I volunteered to start coaching, because it was obvious that the team would soon die without any help. 

As of now we have a group college kids playing in a mens division club.  It has taken almost a year but using sound principles of rugby (tackle, ruck, set).  We are making progress.  Slowly but surely we are making prgress.  My next goal is to get more local adults involved with the team.  This is where I am uncertain.  I don't want to drag the drunks from the bar.  This has never worked in the past.

Got asked one of the questions I have been dreading from my 10 year old daughter last night.  It may seem kinda silly to some but I really didn't want hear my child ask "How old are you when Santa quits bringing you presents"?  I was floored.  She is such a smart child plus I am sure she has it figured out but doesn't want to believe it.  Several times she said "I know you guys wouldn't get up at midnight to put presents out"!!!   It didn't help that my wife says things before she can think what the result would be. 



Where has my baby gone??  There is no way she can be at this point yet. 

Saturday may be a Rugby Day!!! But Sunday is just a Day to get lost

What an awesome weekend that god provided us!!!  Got to play a scrimmage match of Rugby on Saturday.  I played 2 halves and enjoyed every minute of it.  I am very excited about the direction the team is heading this season.  Sunday started off with a great service at LaCroix church where we talked about 1 Corinthians 12.  We are all given spirital gifts, we are responsible for using them. Then later that day I got the opportunity to train with the Cape Girardeau County Search and Rescue (CGC SAR).  All I got to do was just to go get lost and let the dogs find me but it was alot of fun.  They are looking for volunteers and I feel this would be a great way to serve my community.

All in all a great weekend.