Last night I trampled my teammate. We were scrimmaging in Schenley Park and Boo, who was even on my team, got tackled. I went to ruck over her and smashed my foot down on her tiny little wrist. All the weight of my body driving forward, into her arm. I felt just terrible about it. I looked down at her face contorted in pain and wanted to eject myself from the game. I hate that part of rugby, when you accidentally hurt someone.
For the remainder of practice, I couldn't focus and kept staring at her on the sideline clutching her sore arm. I offered to ride Etienne to her house and tie her shoes for her this morning, but she told me she'd wear flip flops and that I shouldn't feel badly because that stuff happens in rugby. She's right--I am never angry when something happens to me--but that doesn't really make me feel any better about it. I think I'll bake her a cupcake.
After years of nomadic temporary employment, advanced degrees, and chocolate ice cream, a rugger with a love of knitting and a cyclist with no domestic skills signed a Ketubah and bought a house in Pittsburgh.
4 comments:
I had to read this like 3 times before I realized you had not picked up the nasty PGH habit of using "to ride" to mean "giving a ride to". You actually were going to ride your bike to someones house!
You and Dooce are kind of my last hope for good grammar on blogs.
I always feel awful when I hurt someone, even if they're a nasty player on a mean team. I hate that part of it.
Just ONE cupcake? I think Boo deserves THREE cupcakes. One for her, one for her wrist, and one for her girl who is graduating from college this weekend!
well i baked her six, and i used free range eggs in the batter and made them heart shaped!
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