Showing posts with label Hooker. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Hooker. Show all posts

Thursday, January 30, 2014

Things You Don't Know About Rugby

In light of the recent Rugby 7's competition, I thought I would explain a few things for those who aren't as familiar with Rugby and particularly my thoughts on it. Which are useless...
  • I play better than you might think*
  • I played Hooker** at University.
  • Rugby players are more handsome than NFL players. Except for the ears. The Americans might have something with that helmet thing.

Mmm cauliflower.


Has anyone seen my...never mind, I found them.
  • New Zealand is the best at Rugby. Even when we lose. Still the best. Not open for debate.
  • The New Zealand team is known as the All Blacks - this is not a racist term, America, as many have suggested to me. We*** wear "all black" uniforms.
  • There is no crying in Rugby.
  • This one time I offered face painting at a rugby match. This guy wanted a silver fern.

Like this


I think it came out well. Add this to the list of things I am good at...

  • Hot chips with tomato sauce and a sausage on a stick are really what rugby is all about. 
  •  This is also what it's all about.  I put down my sausage on a stick for this...
 
 I don't know why America calls it Football - mostly it's in their hands. This is something I don't know that I'm just throwing in there. Cos I can't think of much else that I know about rugby...
*No, I don’t. I’m terrible.
**There is nothing you can say about this that I haven’t already heard. I was a damn fine hooker. The only time I touched the ball was when I threw it in which was a face-saving measure. Literally. I wanted to save my face from being mashed in. My career was short-lived. I looked really good in my rugby jersey. Which was the main reason for playing. Our team was really good at celebrating. Our losses.
***Also I am calling myself an All Black now...