Peace out, my hookers!

Mood: excellent
Music: Gob - I Hear You Calling

So, my three glorious years of rugby playing have finally come to an end with a 48-0 loss against Fergus (but since my team can't count, those numbers mean nothing to us). The end of this chapter in my life saddens me a little, for much fun was indeed had... however, since it ended with nice legs, a fantastic ass (if I do say so myself) and not taking any adventures in an ambulance, I am happy.

Although when I come back from Trent and take in a couple of games I wouldn't mind seeing the Gaels win one or two. Really, it's not so much to ask -- all we need are some fresh strategies. Such as assistant coach (fondly known to my teammates as 'Mr. McHottie') standing in the other team's end zone with ice cream and money.

Now that would get the ball out!

To all my girls: Go eight man!!!

Ta da.