This was this first time I've been lucky enough to scrum down, and I loved it. I was in the #4 position, lock, which means I had my head wedged between the asses of two burly men. More picture time about how scrums are formed:
While I will say this sounds like the story of my life, I will also say that I will end up with fucked ears from playing lock. Having two hips grind your ears into the size of your head is not super awesome, and though I think I am genetically resistant to cauliflower ear, this will test it.
Even more pressing is the thought that I will be replaced by a dude who is just simply taller than me. I'm about 4" shorter than your typical lock (which makes for a comical bind) but the real problem is that locks are tall. Even a lock with the same driving force as me and longer legs will push out scrum forward father and harder. It's like playing a sacrificial year, I suppose.
Then we did more lineout work, which as a jumper is awesome. Being hoisted into the air so you can catch a ball 12-13' up is a really cool experience. Also got to work as a lifter, helping one of our hookers (#2) ascend into the air so he could issue a high-ground "FUCK YOU! I'M IN THE AIR HAHAHahahahah" to one of his buddies.
CWU rugby, lemme tell ya.