Camp Commences Tomorrow

Camp begins tomorrow. I’m at the Atlanta airport now, waiting on my connecting flight to Denver (4hr 45min layover). Side note on the Atlanta airport—it, like many other airports, doesn’t have free WiFi (which is bullshit, but I’m not going to comment on that now, because I’m in a very cheerful and peaceful place at the moment), but what’s worse, is that it has an option for free, limited browsing. You can only access certain websites, but it’s free.

So, I’m thinking it’s going to let you browse quite a few sites, but the big money sites (facebook, email sites, twitter, etc) will be off limits. Not the case. Everything is off limits, except some dinky ass sites on some Georgia museums, history, commerce, government, traffic, etc. Oh, and you can check the weather. Wooptie doo. Here’s the forecast—el Diablo set the thermostat on fuego. I mean as much as I would love to learn about the city that inspired many episodes of Designing Women, I’d rather watch last night’s episode of Swamp People, so don’t tease me with some empty little promise of limited access, when what you really mean is that the lights are, in fact, out in Georgia, unless you want to get mugged by some internet provider’s fees. Enough ranting.

Camp gets down with the get down tomorrow, and surprisingly I’m not really all that nervous about it—not like I was last year. I suppose it’s because I’m more familiar with these camps, because I’m more prepared (physically and mentally), because I’ve formed friendships with a lot of the girls, etc. Really, I’m not so much nervous as anxious. I want to get shit started. I enjoy convening with the rugby elite. I enjoy meeting with others who share my need to lift heavy things, run to no specific point and back again, jump and turn in awkward directions, stretch relatively unknown muscles for the cumulative goal of getting better at rugby. And I enjoy getting better at rugby with them. I know that’s not the only goal of this camp, after all it is a selection camp. We’re there to compete as well, but then I also enjoy competing with these ladies.

I guess you guys (you, my blog readers and followers—you, the few) have heard me say all of that before. I’m sure I’ll repeat myself, from time to time, on how much I enjoy rugby and rugby people. Just bear with me. I’ll also give you some colorful tidbits on camp happenings (or airport happenings), the scenery in Colorado, the rugby world, players, etc (some of them may not be true—I believe my made up stories about Tigertown had some fooled).

Anyway, I look forward to the rugby, of course, but also to keeping my awesome readers on the up and up.