UNCG 17 - Guilford 10

We played our first rugby game of the season yesterday.  The game was a really good one, and well fought by both sides.  I basically gave the other team a try, it sucked... I was so mad at myself.  We had a scrum right on our own try line, and I was supposed to pass the ball back to our kicker, so she could kick it out of our try zone.  I got mixed up and felt very pressured by the other scrumhalf, (who was actually off-sides).  I went to pass to our kicker and got nervous that it was the wrong person (I should have looked at her first, instead of just the "person" standing there) so I sort of passed to no one, because once I got the ball out, I got nervous and tried at the last second to pass it to who I thought was our kicker, but was actually our flyhalf.  I ended up passing to no one, the ball landed in our try zone, and the other scrumhalf jumped on it, scoring a try for them.  I was so, so angry at myself.  I made up for it later in the game by scoring a try to make up for it.  Still, it was a great game and I am proud of my team for holding it together and playing great defense over and over and over.

The weather the last two days has been amazing.  Yesterday I actually got sunburned at the game, and it was warm enough for shorts and a tshirt.  Today I was so excited to wake up and walk outside to the sun shining, 70 degrees, and a nice 

breeze.  We were supposed to go hiking with our friend Courtney but when I woke up this morning I felt like I'd been run over by a truck.  This is how most of us ruggers feel the morning after an intense game, so I wasn't surprised.  I think we'll go hiking another day, but today we might take Syd to the barkpark and walk around the big park that surrounds it.

Em took some great photos during the game, but she hasn't loaded them yet, so I'll leave you with a few photos of my battle wounds!  The bruises don't look awesome yet, because they're only about  24 hours old... in two days they're going to look great!