Saturday, April 28, 2012

Ruggerfest with MARFU

Rugby is starting to throw coal in the fires of my schedule. Spring season is past bloom and beginning to whither, but the time for regional all-star rugby has just sprouted. This weekend, we (MARFU) are in DC for Ruggerfest. Next weekend, FU will be at the Rites of Spring (I'll be in Mechanicsville with James River, playing Frederick). Then it's off to Delaware to play NRU, and following a brief reprieve (a rare weekend off), FU will travel to Pittsburgh for the NASCs.

In our first match, at Ruggerfest, we played the Amazons. Though they beat us, they didn't trample us, and we put up a decent fight. I suppose it was a good debut--after all, we haven't played together in about 10 months, and our squad looks a lot different this year. We're all getting acclimated to one another's play, and trying to effectively fit that into our team's blueprint, so a loss to a team that has been together for years, isn't a terrible setback.

Our second match pitted us against another such team in Beantown. We handled them far better. I can't remember how many we scored, but they didn't. It was a defensive triumph, though we still have wrinkles to iron out so that we can play cleaner, crisper, more consistent rugby. That was one of our troubles in the first match, but we improved (though still not enough) in the second.

Tomorrow, we'll take on the DC Furies. Their squad is at a bit of a disadvantage, because MARFU has expropriated some of their players. We're looking to win this match, for the victory's sake, but also so that we get a chance to redress our loss to the Amazons, who won both of their matches today so will be in the finals regardless of their performance in their first match tomorrow.

Whoever we play, another good thing is the promise of an improvement in the cold, gloomy weather we had for most of the day today. As excited as I am, as I always am, to play rugby, a nice day in which to play it is even better. Maybe tomorrow I won't feel like one of those oldsters, with their aching joints, mumbling, "Rain's a'comin."