Given the stress of our real, fulltime, jobs and our rugby, fulltime, jobs we all need to take a collective deep breath and have a laugh:
A Few Good Forwards
“Son, in this world there are scrums. And in those scrums you need a forward. Are you willing to do it? As a forward, I have more responsibility than you can possibly fathom. You use words like `drunk` and `out of shape`; those words are the very backbone of a life I spent drinking and partying in, and you use them as a punch line. You weep for your wingers and centres, and you curse the forward. You have that luxury. You have the luxury of not knowing what I know: that the forward, while grotesque and incomprehensible to you, wins these games you play. Truth? You can’t handle the truth, because deep down in places you don’t talk about such as wine bars and hairdressing salons, you know you want me in that scrum; you need me in that scrum. I neither have the time nor inclination to explain myself to a back who scores under the very blanket of ball security and retention that I provide, and then questions the manner in which I provide it. I would rather you just bought me a beer and went on your way. Otherwise, I suggest you crawl into that scrum and get dirty. Either way, I DON`T GIVE A DARN!