Victorious Unicorns

after years of gentle persuasion (i don't nag and if i do, it's only because he didn't do what i asked), hubby has finally re-entered the world of rugby union. it was with a huge amount of trepidation that i persuaded, as the last time he played a game in the UK some 7 years ago, he whinged and whined about his aching body like the typical pom for DAYS.

as you can see it was overcast and cold enough to freeze the balls off a brass monkey. the game was uneventful from my standing, the highlight being when he got sent off to the sin bin. tee hee. he also managed to get a black eye in all the kerfuffle. he looks a bit like a thug but i think he thinks he looks tough.

i only have one regret about this new rugby thing. at first i thought it was great to get back into it because of the fitness aspect. silly me. you get a bunch of blokes together and what are they going to do? let's just say, the first game he went to, he poured himself through our front door at 3am, stinking of cigarette smoke, booze and a recently devoured souvlaki.

he recently tried to convince me to let him go on a 3 day rugby tour to tasmania. he said it was only $300 for the airfares. yeeeeeees, and another $600 for all the beer he was going to consume. i can't understand why anyone would go to tasmania to look at the inside of pubs. another confirmation that i'm getting old.

the only way i could recognise him was his bumble-bee socks and red shoes. clearly, it's all about the game and not your appearance...

at the back, with his butt up in the air. (i have no idea what they're doing)

and of course i couldn't resist one of him in the sin bin...

and they won...