For the first time, I watched league rugby matches opposed to sevens and union on YouTube. I don't know what I expected, but being confused even more wasn't it. I shut down my laptop and headed for a local fast food drive-through for a salad.
I was on the field again at two. From my discussion with Van the evening before, I knew a little more about the practice drills. I walked up into the stands and watched from there. I used my recorder to remind myself of things to ask Van. After practice, I tried sneaking out, but Van called for me to wait up.
Sweat and dirt took nothing away from his s****l pull. It may even have made it stronger. I don't know where my cave girl mentality came from, but I had a horrible feeling it was here to stay. I'm sure I could find a man at my office who would
