I almost forgot to tell you what rule we did learn at our first rugby game.
It wasn’t really about the game. It was about the the fans. All 30 of them. Including Jenna and her dad who drove up to watch the game with us.
First, the backstory. The game was at 5:00 pm and the gorgeous sun was beating down on the field and we were all grateful it wasn’t raining!
But the sun was full on in our eyes so when we saw another family go over to the opposite side of the field lining the woods, we decided to join them.
It was perfect and gorgeous and we settled in to watch and try to understand this new sport.
That lasted for about 5 minutes.
The referee/official/powertripper came over to inform us that he needed everyone back on the other side. At first, we thought he was kidding. It was a field as in literally a field that they lined and set up portable goal posts. (It’s a club sport – funded by the players.)
Jenna’s dad very nicely said “How about if we move farther back by the trees?”
Powertripper said no way. There were LIABILITY issues and we MUST go back to the other side and all fans must stay behind the BARRIER. It was for our own safety and he didn’t want anyone to get hurt.
I really do try to set a good example and obey the rules
As we all started folding our chairs, Ed told us he wasn’t going back to the sunny side.
Who knew we were with such a parent rebel?
He moved his chair back and sat there for the first half.
Then he joined us in a shady corner sort of behind the barrier.
Here’s the barrier…
Thank goodness we all stayed safe.
Behind that ROPE BARRIER.
And in an attempt to even out the rugby picture feature from Wednesday, here are a few shots of Wizzy that she
swiped borrowed from someone’s Facebook page.
The girl with BRONCHITIS is carrying the ball.
Darling twins working together.
Side note: Several people have commented privately that I am using the girls’ real names. Yes, I am! Intermittently with their nicknames. Because once they turn 18…I’m no longer trying as hard to protect their privacy. Especially since they remind me often that they are 18 and I can’t tell them what to do anymore. Same rule with The Grunter/Everett.
Have a fabulous weekend! This Fall weather is my most favorite time of year!!