aww rugby.
So 3 games, 4 trys, and 2 MVP awards later I'm left with: A lump the size of a GD goose egg on my forehead, a nearly broken nose (there was blood all over my jersey, it was pretty much awesome), bruises, scrapes, and scratches everywhere, 3 jammed fingers and another hyper-extended thumb (the same one, of course). Hah, the amount of people in the past couple days that have questioned why the hell I'm still playing were, of course, the only ones that have never played. Rugby, my body pretty much hates you, but you are still the love of my life.