Snippets.

Season is over until January.
Applied to work up in Seattle over the Winter break.
Other teammates are remarking on how I'm visibly bigger since the start of the season.
Ordered this:

#swag

Losing Sucks

We played the Valley Kangaroos this weekend, and while it wasn't a blowout, we ended up losing.

I had forgotten how much losing in a team setting sucks.  Something about knowing you gave the best you could and still came up short is really a tough pill to swallow.

At the end of the game, howver, I was taken aside and told that I had played great.  I responded with "I played like shit" and was quickly cut off and told again that I had played well.  It meant a lot, thanks for that.

Not a starter, I just train a lot.

We finally have a confirmed game this weekend, which feels quite amazing.  After heartbreak the last two weekends in the form of cancelled matches, I am very excited to get on the pitch.

Bummer is that I'm not yet starting.  I've had a good couple weeks of practice and felt like I was on top of my game as I've ever been Tuesday, absolutely shutting down the 8-man pick and chasing down a few of our kickoffs.  That said, I know I'm still raw, and we have better people to start.

It's just a frustrating feeling when your best isn't good enough.

It's becoming a familiar feeling of late.

Just Living

Practice 3 days a week, lifting at least 2 days a week.

My life has become immersed in rugby, and I absolutely love it.  The only issue is what to do with my weekends.  Soon games will start and I will have 6 days a week occupied with rugby, but until then, weekends are a weird spot.  I can't really afford to do much, but I feel very much like a prisoner if I just stay in Ellensburg.  I hope this situation sorts itself out soon.

Completely unrelated, it is strange to be stared at.  When the boys on the squad and I go to get lunch after practice, people just blatantly stare.  Perhaps it is because we're a bunch of decent sized dudes in short shorts.  Perhaps it s because CWU rugby is a highly competitive team.  But I'm a low key person.  I don't like being stared at.  The other night I finished up practice and went to get a meal on my own, and someone blatantly says "Holy shit, look at that dude's thighs."  I think I about passed out from blushing so much.  I just want to be under the radar.  I want to be known as an absolute barbarian on the field and I want to not be noticed otherwise.

Way too much to ask for.