learning something – yars

At eighteen I joined a rugby club. Read the rest of this entry »

question authority – yars

By my mid twenties I had been playing rugby for eight years and was a fixture on the A-team. Once after an injury, broken wrist, or maybe one of my five shoulder separations Read the rest of this entry »

aardvark away…. YARS

Of all the T-shirts I have owned this is my favorite. I traded for it in the 1970’s with a teammate from New Mexico.

As far as I know, it is the only known image of an aardvark as it breaks away from the pursuit and heads for the goal line. Read the rest of this entry »

gang fight in the er — yars

The little winger from South Africa placed a period and exclamation point on our tournament in one brilliant play. We were out. Read the rest of this entry »

compromise — yars

It was scorching hot. The two teams surrounded the referee before the final match, the championship game. We were hot, dirty, bruised. Some would say we even smelled bad. It was an honest stink, earned from bruising tackles, long runs through six rugby games to meet for one last test.

We offered, instead of the ten minute halves for the final, how about playing seven minute halves, like all the previous games on this hot hot day. They snickered, “They can’t last, they’re weak… don’t do it” to their captain.

We beat them fourty-one to nothing playing ten minute halves.

The moral: Just because someone offers a compromise doesn’t mean they are weak. They may still be able to kick your butt. At least listen to their offer, and don’t piss them off.

YARS — yet another rugby story

old friends – cycling

Sometimes, even old friends have to go… Read the rest of this entry »