the party is over… yars
Posted: November 7, 2012 Filed under: figures of speech, history, sport, yars ( yet another rugby story ) | Tags: a team, b team, drinking, history, my history, party, rugby, yars 25 CommentsIt was so long ago, but still I recall when I was promoted from the “B” team ( second team ) to the “A” team ( first team ) the post game parties got wilder. Now that I look back I see that the “A” team played first, and we enjoyed a beer or two while the “B” team played, and a few more while the “C” team played and then went to the bar until the party started. We were well preserved while the others were just getting started.
I was only nineteen, I thought that was how every one drank, at least everyone I knew on the team.
How could I tell if the party had been fun? When next morning I awoke in bed, and taking stock of my surroundings discovered I still had my rugby cleats on, the party was fun.
YARS – yet another rugby story
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I enjoyed wine last night – I am not enjoying it so much today.
Cool story, it seems very “movie-like” to me. A different world – both in time and culture, I think that adds to the enjoyment factor for me. Please keep the stories coming!
thanks for reading, I appreciate that. I also enjoy hearing about the things in your life. Our lives are history, not so grand and famous, but the flavor, a piece of our times.
Funny about wine, it always seems like such a good idea at the time ( smile )
You are sooo funny! I too, remember those crazy days. I don’t even drink now, maybe I am wiser???
let us hope we are both wiser. I still enjoy a glass of fine wine once in a while.
did you have a hangover??
epic…..
lol
the worst one was at the B&R. The B&R was an old old place down in the worst part of Cleveland. However on Saturday nights we would stream down there with about 60 to 100 ruggers and their wives/girlfriends and have our party there.
One night against a college team, we drank all the beer, then drank all the shots, then started doing shots of all the liquors like peach brandy. We drank every drop of alcohol…. they carried me out. Sigh… what a knucklehead…. Next day, that was a headache!
oh my goodness! lucky you didn’t get alcohol poisoning! a headache would be an understatment.
I did once….
yikes!
yikes is right…. that’s another story too
can we look forward to that?!
some of them take me a while to frame, like the time at a tournament the whole team marched in to the dinner with hundreds of people sans material singing the “O re O” chant of the wizard of oz…. ( across all the tables )
LOL
and while we did that, some girls came out and threw our clothes on top of the roof of the party building.
As I was the lightest, the guys had to lift me up on the roof to toss the clothes down and we were all scrambling to find our clothes.
covering eyes, you tube material
for the sake of decency, some of us kept our cleats on.
well that’s just what you want to worry about, your feet!
luckily this was before my wife met me. ( phew )
ya phew you would never have got apple pie!
🙂
It’s good to have measuring sticks 🙂 Ahh youth – when you could stay up for 2 days and party all night!
I know, now that is so…. tiring… but on the good side I think I may be proof for guardian angels
You’re not alone on that one!