45. Rugby Game

We had some time to kill, so we went to a rugby game at the Millennium Stadium. It wasn’t a pro game because the season is over, apparently, but it would have cost too much if it were a pro game anyway. I didn’t really get all the rules to rugby because it’s not as popular in the States. I vaguely remember my high school gym class unit on rugby. More violent than football—I remember that. I nearly had my neck broken by Chris Curtains’s elbow. I think I blocked the rest of that unit out of my memory. Or maybe Chris Curtains’s elbow blocked it out. I started feeling a little dizzy during the game as the memories came flooding back. Lenore and Burbank practically had to carry me out. They thought it was the sight of blood that made me woozy, but they don’t understand what it’s like to be a five-foot freshman in a t-shirt and gym shorts, holding a cow-hide ball with six five-eleven guys sprinting right for you. Maybe this is why I was never very athletic.