Rugby

So, I played rugby in High School. And I coached it for years. It def takes its toll on your body, ive been told by several doctors that I shouldn't play anymore. Pft. What do doctors know? I took a break from playing for a while. And I was just coaching. Then I was talking to a buddie of mine and he convinced me to come back. I'm a sucker. I wasn't hard really. Theres this girl on the team, who I find very attractive, and I found out she was a lesbian, no one knew this is the reason I came back, but it is. I could never actually do anything with her, cause I had a couple friends on the team that can never know. Anyway. So I ended up playing, Summer of 2009. This girl, Afton,and I knew each other, we played against each other in high school for a year, maybe two... im a bit older than she is. But she is one of those girls that you just have to love. She is about as 'out' as you can get, she practically has it tattooed on her neck. Ps Tattoos=smokin hot. She is one of those girls that is really aware of people around them. A bunch of us are hanging at the club after a game, just chillin, and Ash jokingly hits on girls, cause really its funny. Though she makes a point of asking people if it makes them uncomfortable. She asked me, if it bothered me, and i'm like 'heck no' Go for it. .....Shame on me. Same day she asked me a serious question. She asked me- If I found out I was a lesbian, would I leave the church, or if I would choose to be miserable and alone? I told her I didn't know, just because I didn't want to close that door, but I immediately regretted saying it. I knew it wasn't true. Even if I knew I was a 100% lesbo, im pretty sure I wouldn't leave the church. And this makes me a hypocrite and a liar, and a horrible person. Because every down time in practice or in games- water breaks, after we score, i'd be looking for her. Any excuse I could use to be near her, to touch her... all summer. In the locker rooms I would never actually check her out. I did once, totally by accident, but I was in severe amounts of pain at the time, and it didn't really affect me. She has this killer tattoo that goes from her ribs, down to her hip. Oh man. Sexy. Anyway, its nearing the end of the season, and we are playing an away game. 14 on 15 cause our team decided it had better things to do. Game starts, we are recieving. High medium kickoff, coming straight for me. Perfect. I make a clean catch and start running, I size up the opposition in front of me, and pick out the biggest, ugliest, girl nearest to me, and I go straight for her. Its the beginning of the game, everyone wants first hit, and everyone wants it to be huge, set the pace for the entire game, so I up my pace. Im running as fast as I can possibly move, this girl is still coming for me. Sweet, I dip at the last second, like I was going to just pop her off me, but she comes in too high, and as im coming up into her, I realize shes up too high, im not sure exactly what happened but pain shot through my whole shoulder. The kind of pain like when you jam your finger but 5x worse. Anyway, she goes flying back off me, I hurdle her and get a few more steps in before I feel more hands and offload the ball. It was pretty sweet, seeing the sasquatch-girl go flying, but the moment is over and the pain in my shoudler is kind of annoying. There is a lineout, and i'm the one throwing the ball in. Not a good motion for my shoulder... time goes on, it only really hurts when I move it a certain way, mostly when im throwing and scrumming. Oh man, it hurt when we scrummed. It started getting heavy, really slowing me down. Every move I made with it felt like I was throwing it around like dead weight. Painful dead weight. Im a stubborn little cuss though, and we were already playing short so I wasn't getting off the field unless someone made me. And our coach wasn't there so...I played. The entire half. 40 minutes of rugby. Oh and I nailed their fly half in open play, stole the ball, launched to our 10, and we scored. If they gave assists in rugby, that would been a great one. Ps. We were up ....by a lot. Second half starts and about 10 mintues in, there is this scrum... By this point im just dragging myself around the field, and its taking longer for us to bind on, and the ref decides to just be a bitch, and not let us get set properly. Crouch, touch, pause... Im still mostly standing up, I try to get down...Engage! My head is down below my shoulders, my shoulders are down below my hips, the opposition pretty much engages on my neck. I'm fairly certain that my nose touched my sternum. That was fun. Blinding, horrible pain. Next thing I know, Im face down on the ground surrounded by bodies and I dont want to move. My face is burried in the grass, and the ref starts moving people off me. She calls me. My eyes are closed and im just trying to breathe. She asks me if I can hear her. I contemplate not answering her cause shes a bitch. But Im like yes. By this time, im the only one on the ground, I haven't moved a muscle. Our team medic come over, it takes me what seems like forever to go through the steps of getting to my feet. She asks what happened, where I felt pain.. If I learned one thing, its that you don't ever tell them its your neck. I can wiggle my fingers and toes, im fine. Every muscle in my neck and back seized up. And I staggered off the field. I tried to lie down, but that made it worse. I ended up in this half-fetal position for the rest of the game. ....And this was a huge tangent..... Point of the story, It turns out I seperated my shoulder that first hit of the game, tore up my AC joint, and I almost broke my neck. If I had any less muscle on me, it probably wouldve snapped. Long story short(too late). I pretty much quit the team. I still came to some of the home games, but that was it for me. And it wasn't until this year that I saw Afton again.