Fort's Cancer Sux!!

Im about to share a story with you that I wasnt expecting to post...

You might be wondering why my weekend wrap-up didnt involve a summary of the very first Cincinnati vs. Dayton matchup post-separation. Well, its because we lost, and I guess I was more a sore loser than I had thought....

Hey! Who's the bald dude out there during the women's game??? oh. thats me.

So here's the story: There's minutes left in this ass-whooping that we were on the receiving end of, and to make matters worse, its by a bunch of girls that were teammates for the last five years. Bitter Betty was emerging....I was getting scrappy and dirty.

Im in a ruck and its not looking good. The ball was too far from me to try and actually pull it back to my own team, so I was throwing my leg around, violently trying to just kick it out of play when, out of nowhere, Kristen takes her boot and drives her cleat into the top of my foot!

Ten years of team-matery, and this is how its gonna end?? I was so full of piss & vinegar at this point and that was the cherry on top what had quickly become the most frustrating and gut-wrenchingly emotional day of rugby ever....

Im a MESS at the end of the game. They do a two-team photo and im easy to spot...the salty, bad-attitude whiner in the back row, ball cap pulled so far down over my face that im literally unrecognizable. (there's me again at the bottom of this ruck...oh well, good ball placement if nothing else:)

so ANYWAY...I dont want to talk to ANYONE after the game and im pouting while at the same time feeling kind of embarassed that I cant hold it together...I wont the SPORTSMANSHIP award in high school for crying out loud!!! Im a GREAT loser, dammit!! So I just leave right away and dont talk to anyone.

So we head up to Cleveland & on the way home, Im telling Stacy & Casey about the incident. But they know me a little to well to let me get away with my "Why me" saga, and start probing further, as they both seemed suspicous of "my side" of the story...

"So Fort, were you WINNING the ruck?"

"No"

"So you were just violently & innocently hacking away at the ball and you didnt hurt ANYONE in the process?"

"NO! I wasnt trying to hurt anyone! I mean...well....I SUPPOSE that maybe I COULD have kicked her in the foot or the shin, but I WASNT TRYING TO"

So they both sort of smile and nod knowingly and finally agree that I probably deserved it, despite my innocent intenions...

So im still kinda bitter about all of it and this morning I get an email from Kristen:

"I’m still sore from Saturday. I have no idea if you are aware of this but right at the end of the game I was in a ruck and someone was trying to kick the ball out and they kicked my toe very hard (I’ve been having a lot of problems with the joint on my big toe – just went to the doctor’s Friday for it) and it absolutely killed me it hurt so much. So I stomped on the foot of the player that had just kicked me. Then I looked up and it was you. Ha ha ha."

So that settles it. I deseved every cleat mark apparently, and I made sure to forward that on to the suspecting schniebers...they werent surprised im sure...