Rugby:  Let’s think about this:

When my dad and I used to watch rugby - a few years back - dad had time to go to the loo - when the ball was about to be put into a scrum.   Mum had time to put the kettle on ( although she never watched the game).

Eight big hot sweaty guys - heads down - rear ends up - one littler guy - tries to feed the scrum.     Those days - there was still a hooker. ( not what your thinking).

Granddad - if awake - would repeat the same old story    In his day.    He remembers - although we don’t believe him.

Tony - my second best friend - would - before granddad had time to - explain - that no one played rugby - the game was football.

Dad had returned from the loo - yes he said - we all know - a chap call “Webb” pick up the ball and ran away with it.

Watching  rugby today - the rules have changed so much - and the game is so much faster - dad has no time for a quick pee - because there are fewer scrums and downtime.   Mum no longer puts the kettle on ( because she watches a cooking programme - because we now have two TVs )

Granddad is with us again - we believe him - when he tells us - there are 25 players in each team - few play the whole 40 minutes - and with a smile on his face - advises us the ball is over.

When Andy - my third best friend - got hit on the head - by a racket - playing tennis last year - at school - he never left the court.

So - it is - just about halftime - 20 points have been scored - one player has been sent - to the naughty chair - and one - to

the blood bin - and one HRI?

Not sure we knew what concussion was then?

Thank goodness for that chap “Webb” who picked up the ball  - and ran with it … 

Ps: I wonder if he brought the ball back?

The rest is history ... { vissa }