What a motley group of old men. The marching rugby Z-band proceeded to the pitch in an unorganized fashion, but everyone that we met along the way seemed to smile and laugh at us.
Even our effigy of John Errington seems impressed with Joes' saxophone skills.
I was wondering if Dike brought this tuba all the way from Seattle?
I really enjoyed playing in the match – and it’s always nice to score a try! (the equivalent of a touchdown in football) When I realized that I was actually going to cross the try-line, I couldn’t remember or think of graceful way to touch the ball down, so I just sort of rolled to the ground. Did anyone get a picture of that?
The banquet at the Union was a very nice touch, and a great way to start the evening. Just as we started to eat, though, I got drilled square in the forehead by a dinner roll. Didn't even see it coming. I mean, it was like Dickey was throwing a fastball at me from 15 feet away. At least we had the good sense not to let it escalate into a full-fledged food fight.
Of course, rugby players like to sing. Here's just one of the guys "serenading" the night's newly elected Rugby Queen. Yep, real picture. And you gotta love the Elks Lodge – or even better, drinking ALL of the beer at the Elks Lodge.
The chicks just seem to dig you when you've scored a try.
Partying like a rock star, the view from the VIP section with Mark.
Again, the chicks just seem to dig you when you've scored a try!
A group of 15 or 20 of us kind of made another parade walking back to Union at 3:30 am. Got re-settled, then went out to the Waffle House again for breakfast - same table, same waitress. And she did not seem all that happy to see us again. About the time we were finishing, I heard this beeping sound - the alarm on my watch going off at my usual 6:30 am wake-up time.
Good times!!
