Today was the day, the day people finally stop asking me if I'm excited or ready for the "big game" -- my first full contact 15's rugby game. I suppose now they'll start asking me if I enjoyed it. Bring it on.
I did enjoy it actually. I was shocked at the brutal blocks and takedowns my teammates gave out to our opposing team, and I was shocked at how many players on the other team got escorted off the field by the medic. And yes, I was shocked that I liked it much more than I actually thought I would.
The only part of the entire experience that I didn't enjoy though was the one point when I looked up and swore I thought I saw one of my brothers. There was a guy in the stands watching that looked exactly like Bobby-B. I knew it couldn't possibly be him. He doesn't know I play rugby let alone know where I'd be in the Philippines on this bright sunny day. The realization of that though, that no one was in the stands there to support me today, not even Skittles, that was a bit hard to accept. That part really sucked and making that harsh truth realization while out on the field with the blazing sun beating down on me and my teammates expecting me to be alert and ready, ya, that was a bit of a struggle.
Whether or not I was good though, that's another story.
I don't think I was as aggressive as I should have, would have and could have been but I also know I second guessed myself a lot instead of just going for the play. I played it safe for the sake of not causing my team too much stress with having me on the team as one of their newest members. I shouldn't have done that though, I now know. I should have just committed to a play and did it regardless of whether or not I thought it was the right move to make. You don't learn by playing it safe, you learn by making mistakes.
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