SO...there I was, must have been maybe at the 22 meter line on the pitch. Second half of the first game of the tournament, gusting winds, no sun, sideways rain... it was gorgeous rugby weather. I'm taking the ball into contact, I stiff-arm to my right, turn my body to the right to avoid a tackle, plant my left foot- a girl comes in to make a tackle and the last thing I saw was her shoulder hitting my left knee, and then CRACK SNAP SNAP SNAP, and I'm on the turf screaming bloody murder.
Never been in so much pain in my life. Literally. So, the one thing above all that pisses me off, probably more than my commission being in (a little bit of) danger, is that this is my Fall seasion of my Senior year. MY SENIOR YEAR. This is my year! I took credits off of my schedule for this year, so I can be a great rugby player on the best team in the Northeast...I know they can do it without me, of course we can- but I want to play so badly.
What the fuck, man. I'm a safe player. I get stepped on, and I get a sore back, and I get kicked, headbutted, but so does everyone else. And we recover. This is my knee. I walk on it and whatnot. It's far more integral to my playing than a hand or a measley back muscle.
I have an outline to write. :(
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