Saturday, March 17, 2012

Super Saturday


Grandad alan in action 1952






It's Super Saturday today -
The best of the 6 Nations -
Where rugby players meet in battle
To decide who wins
The Cup.




Rugby used to be my life: Saturdays at the club with my dad playing and my mum on teas; my brother dancing in the leaves as he started his playing career at mini rugby - and he did progress to playing well and hard with numerous injuries along the way; International matches on the tv with my grannie drinking wine from a box; angst filled teenage years pursuing - and kissing! - players with rather handsome thighs; a research project into spinal movement in rugby players; and finally, my last foray in Oz with The Lions - oh! what a trip that was...

And now? 


Well, for starters, I don't know where my home team sits in the league.  I don't know the players in my national team - apart from a certain forward set to marry into my family - Go on, Mr Whizzy Whiskers! I don't know how the 6 Nations table lies - who is set to win, who is set to hold the wooden spoon - and, quite frankly, I don't give a damn... 


I won't watch the games today, celebrating with the winners or commiserating with the losers.  Why?  Because I realised some time ago that there is so much more to life than rugby, so much more than the sport, the socialising, the banter and the booze: there are Saturdays to explore and Sundays to enjoy, but - more importantly - there is love and there is my family...

So Super Saturday, play your best, tackle hard and monopolise BBC 1, but I won't be there to watch and shout; my family wins this match every time now.





Shhh, keep it quiet - I will perhaps have to take a peek at the papers to see how a certain forward plays...  well, he is family...





4 comments:

Looking for Blue Sky said...

I grew up in Wales so rugby was huge in my life too, but it's slipped in importance. Now I get the news from my 19 year old daughter who wears the (Ireland) jersey and cheers the team on from the sofa and the stands,when she can get a ticket. Happy St Patrick's Day and may the best team win!

Midlife Singlemum said...

Shame that the rugby player who entered the family arrived just as you left it all behind for bigger and better rewards. Such is life. :)

BavarianSojourn said...

But what about those lovely thighs?!? Lovely post! I don't get to watch Rugby very often anymore either. I didn't have much choice when we lived in the UK, we lived in Twickenham for a few years! :)xx

jazzygal said...

Lovely sentiments...but I do hope you got yourself a sneaky peek! Not a fan in rugby in our house, My hubby is a soccer man true and true!

xx Jazzy