April 15th, 2005

Attack of the Killer Chihuahua!

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I'm really not looking forward to tomorrow's game. I'm facing the Boston "Old Boys" side. Yeah, they may be over 40, but they know what they're doing. I said to one of the more experienced guys yesterday, "I'm gonna get my ass kicked in those scrums. They're going to take me to school." To which they replied, "Oh yeah, you're going to rugby university!" This will probably be my toughest challenge of the year. I wish it had come later, when I have a better idea of what I'm supposed to be doing.
Attack of the Killer Chihuahua!

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I actually owed the IRS more money this year. I guess I earned more at web design than I thought! Still, the damage is not as bad as it could have been, since I was able to deduct educational expenses related to my singing.

Received some bad news regarding rugby. The B-side hooker, who was going to be hooking for both A and B sides tomorrow, had a death in the family and won't be attending tomorrow's game. The back-up A-side hooker is also the A-side loose-head prop. He wasn't going to hook on the A-side because there is no one to prop in his place. Now he will be forced to hook for both A and B sides. Guess who will likely take his place as the A-side prop, against one of the best Boston-area rugby clubs? You got it! I haven't received confirmation yet, but there isn't really anyone else to do it unless Fergo, who tore up his ankle a couple of months ago and hasn't been playing, feels secure enough to make a go of it. So, not only will I be taken to school by their Old Boys at 11, I most likely get to follow that up with a thorough ass-beating by the B-siders afterwards at 12. (And remember, since Boston RFC is a Super League team, their B side is as good as, if not better than, our A side.)

When the paramedics cart me away, someone be sure to tell them that I'm an opera singer and cannot be intubated unless there are no other options, and then to use only the smallest possible tube.