My team took a tough loss this weekend. Many tries were scored against us, with repeated overloads in the backline that our forwards could not get out to defend. The opposing club took their big, fast #3 (about 6’5” and probably around 260), and ran him repeatedly at me (I was inside center). Sometimes I tackled him, sometimes I and one or two others tackled him, and a couple of times I felt like one of those little fish attached to a fast moving giant shark. I did some other things well, and was most proud of my blowing two opposing guys off a ruck and allowing our side to steal back the ball when the opposition was 3 meters from scoring. I threw a nice pass to our outside center, who unfortunately got crunched and broke his collar bone. I still feel guilty about it, no matter what other guys say about whether or not it was a hospital pass.
The drinkup was okay. A long-time rugger who was, shall we say, very affectionate for an apparent straight guy, was lecturing me intensely about my jogging around too much, assessing the field, and positioning myself and others instead of attacking more. He said my vocal leadership doesn’t match my effort. I replied that when I moved to fly-half two seasons ago I was taught to stay out of any breakdown that wasn’t right in front of me, and that basically becoming fly-half ruined my game. When I was flanker and inside center before becoming a fly-half, I was way more aggressive. I’m inside center again, however, and need to find that hell-bent aggression again, especially now that I am on a team where I can better trust that support will be there (offensive and defensive). So needless to say I appreciated the harsh words because I think the other guys have been going easy on me.
Anyway, I played another 80 minutes of rugby (only planned on 40), which makes any weekend a good weekend no matter what. Got me a black eye too, which was a nice touch when I was all dressed up for a Christmas party later Saturday night.
Six weeks until my next match (well, matches...the Austin Rugby Tournament). This is going to take some discipline, because if I am going to come out more aggressive this spring (January counts as spring, in the Texas rugby world), I need keep from getting soft, slow, or achy.