jetlag – yars
Posted: June 27, 2013 Filed under: figures of speech, sport, yars ( yet another rugby story ) | Tags: chugged, cleveland blues rugby club, quaffed, rugby, tour, yard of ale 10 CommentsThere’s nothing like going on tour of another country to play sport. We were forty or so rugby players, girlfriends and wives off to Brighton, Sussex, Hove and London for matches in fall 1982. It was five matches in ten days which meant sightseeing, hard matches and harder parties.
We had a great flight, if drinking and singing for seven hours is your cup of tea. I suppose now they would have ejected us into the Atlantic, but we were just excitable boys, and flights in those days had no movies. No one having slept we landed took the train down to Sussex and split up into the various houses we would be staying in. Marrieds and couples got the nicest place, I landed in a group with eight fine fellows in a little flat above a glass shop, where the milk man stopped by each morning with two bottles of fresh whole milk, and then there was the wild house for the rest.
Under strict orders to stay up till night, so we could get on schedule for rest, we stumbled across the countryside like zombies until that night’s practice and reception. Our first opponent had agreed to let us use their practice field for a run through and then offered drinks and a chance to meet before our first match against them.
That evening, I was so tired that running one hundred yards left me wheezing. Nobody could catch the ball, and one person tried to catch a booming kick and it hit him right on the top of the head. We looked to be a sad assortment, and our hosts who would be playing against us the next night were more than rude in their comments.
chugged for our honor with nary a drop spilled
picture from wikipedia
Our honor was restored by Jerry D. our big second row chugging an entire yard of beer and expertly turning it so the last swallow didn’t come roaring down like a tsunami and drench him.
I believe the chant that accompanied him went:
He ought to be publicly pissed on
He ought to be publicly shot
bang, bang
and left in a public urinal
to lie there and fester and rot …
of course followed by cheers of disbelief upon his quaffing of the entire 2.5 pints.
Next, the first match and “first blood”
YARS – yet another rugby story
bwthoughts 
That sounds really wild. I can’t believe you all had the energy to practice and play, even drink after such a trip! I know that if it were me, I would have curled up in a corner and passed out haha
We were young and impetuous – we had 5 games in ten days.
That sounds very intense. But I imagine it was a great experience, judging from your great storytelling 🙂
Yes, when it comes to the yard – all is fine until that last tsunami – then, you separate the men from the wet 🙂
call me wet!
LOL – that makes two of us
Lots of drinking in those days! Did you ever get really hurt and not know it till the next day when you sobered up? I played a casual game of football with bikers in a parking lot when I was 19. A 200+ pound biker body checked me. My whole body left the ground and I came crashing onto my knee on the concrete. I got up, laughed and limped by to the apartment for another drink. The next morning I awoke when I stretched to a pain like I’d never felt before. My knee was twice its normal size. Turns out I had bruised muscles and torn or stretched something I can’t remember what… Anywho, I’m paying for it now in my matured age… 😉
yes, we would often wake up the next day with gigantic bruises that we didn’t remember.
One of our players was in a huge collision and at the post game party was dancing on tables. He went to teh doctor the next day and the doctor put him on a board, tied him down and called an ambulance. He had a broken neck.
Thanks for sharing your story.
Oh my gosh!
yeah — when I was young I would be better by tuesdays, as I got older I would hurt till Fridays.
I remember after I retired one Sunday getting out of bed amazed that I could move freely. We just do it because it feels so good when we stop ….