Blood and Bruises to Come

The Boy has joined rugby at school.  This thrills me because I played it in high school too.  Unfortunately, I only played for one year (my last) but at least I got the experience.  This, of course, is one of the roughest sports you can play in school so it should be interesting to see what wounds he comes home with.

He went to his first practice this past Tuesday and came home totally excited.  He likes the coach (a former student) and really enjoyed the scrimmage that they had.  He seems enthusiastic and I hope he continues to feel that way.  He spends far too much time exercising his thumbs with the Xbox; it’s time to move the rest!

I remember the girls’ games were rough enough with plenty of bruises, bloody noses and even some stitches for one poor girl.  Thankfully, I escaped mostly with bruises.  The boys were another story all-together.  For some reason, our school thought that it would be a good idea for the shirts (both boys and girls) to be mostly white with a couple of stripes for the school colours.  What were they thinking?!  The girls’ shirts got pretty stained but the boys’ shirts were works of art.  By half-way through the season, the guys’ shirts had a vast assortment of grass, mud and plenty of blood stains.  They looked like they had been through hell!

So, this is what I have to look forward to this spring; lots of gross laundry and probably plenty of boo boos to kiss better (not that he would EVER let me do that!!)

Kat

Yep, pretty much says it all!