By the time we started practicing lineouts, my right arm was dead. I was holding my mouthpiece in my right hand and it was shaking uncontrollably. Dozer hit me playfully in the upper right arm, and pain shot unexpectedly through it. I did not have a lot of functional strength left at that point for lifting during the lineouts.
Dozer said to me that I need to "start using my left." I assumed he was using his rugby player mentality to make a crude remark and responded in kind. But he looked at me and asked, seriously, "What side do you tackle with?" Well, I am right-handed, and I have been favoring my right side when I make hits. And that was his point -- I need to learn how to use both sides of my body when rucking or making tackles. If only my right shoulder and arm take a beating, the repetitive stress could cause me injury.
I went home and iced down my arm. I should be okay by Saturday. I doubt I'll get the start, since Fergal has been playing his entire life and is a much better player; but I should see plenty of playing time, since Fergal is older and has ankle and fitness issues, and since I've proven I can hold my own. (There are no B-side games this weekend that I'm aware of.)