When Suzi and I were in Scotland a couple years ago, the Six Nations rugby tournament was a major topic of conversation.
We even got into a chat with our cab driver taking us from Edinburgh to the airport.
Ever since then, I’ve tried to watch a little rugby, especially since I’m always up for picking up new sports.
The only problem is … I don’t know anything about rugby, and I’m having trouble figuring it out.
Actually, that’s not completely true. I know games are 80 minutes long. I know what a try is, and that you can add points with a kick like an extra point in football. I also know that you can kick goals for three points.
I sense that there’s some element of field position to kicking the ball to the opposition.
Oh, and rugby players appear to be mostly large, fast and impervious to pain.
Other than that, pretty much forget it. I wouldn’t begin to know the strategy. I don’t get why they mostly smash into each other, pop the ball loose and smash into each other again.
I don’t know what’s a penalty, or why sometimes there seems to be an advantage to kicking the ball out of bounds.
I watched a couple videos on YouTube that were useful, and the USARugbyFan Twitter account has been very helpful, so maybe I’ll figure this game out yet.
MY ALMA MATER, MY BLOG, MY RULES
Before we get started with the main part of this week’s endeavor, news from a sport I at least know a little bit about.
STUFF I WROTE THIS WEEK
Life … without a script — Is this the time when the story starts to turn?
Planes, trains and fears — My grandmother won’t get on an airplane, but used to ride the trains in New York City unsupervised when she was young.
Getting out of the ‘vacation monastery’ — There has to be more to travel than pictures and souvenirs, right? This was a project I did with my pal Renata at Buffalo Sauce Everywhere, so read her post about Home, College and Abroad Renata, and their relationships with each other.
A little bit of help … a little too late — Facebook wants to help me find a job.
THIS WEEK’S BLAST FROM THE PAST
The volleyball game that showed I’m getting old — There was a time when I could have played volleyball all night. That time hasn’t existed for a long time now.
STUFF I READ THIS WEEK
Where The Ice Finally Ends (The Return of the Modern Philosopher) — You take your reasons for optimism wherever you can find them.
Making The Most Out of Being Busy (Rosie Culture) — I find that when I’m busy, I’d love a chance to be lazy, but when I’m doing nothing, I get bored easily.
The Price Of Taking The Path Less Traveled On (Dark Blue Journal) — When your choices are not the ones people expect you to make.
Social Media Purge (Strikeouts + Sprinkles) — I generally tend to keep people around unless they really tick me off. What about you?
TWEETS I LIKED
I prefer to say my parents tried to replicate perfection when they had my brother.
Lydia is a friend and former coworker, so first of all, screw you, TSA guy. Secondly, how can that even be legal?
Not only should “Schoolhouse Rock” come back, it should be for kids and adults.
The worst experience I’ve had is someone who insisted on getting mad at a joke I made where I was the butt of the joke, so I’m not familiar with this, but the thread is quite a read.
Whatever the reason is, unless Vee knows someone, it’s probably not good.
One awesome play … nine points to go.
No lies detected.
A LITTLE MUSIC FOR YOUR PUBLIC HEALTH CRISIS
While some people are providing bits of songs that you can sing for more than 20 seconds while washing your hands, others note that you can sing COVID-19 to the tune of “Come On Eileen,” which is as good an excuse as any to give you this from Sugarland and Sara Bareilles.
Stay safe, everybody.