When the Rugby World Cup came around I was very excited but also disappointed to be so far from the action. I love Rugby. The game evokes fond memories of cold winter days firstly watching with my father, and latterly working for, Saracens RFC.
Four years ago, I thought I was signing up for a sport that may or may not matter to me in the long run. It was something to do, a way to meet people. Four years later, and I've realized I signed up for so much more than just a sport.
William Henry Hunt, president of Racing Club Stéphanois, bid adieu to his rugby players as they departed St. Étienne for the battlefields of northern France a century ago. He did not see most of them again as so many perished in the Great War's carnage.
For 14 years, I identified myself as a soccer player. I played year-round on multiple teams, dedicated endless hours to practices and games, and thought I loved the sport. But then I realized something: I just wasn't that good.
If you are in the middle of an awkward silence with someone you just met, bring rugby into the conversation. It is bound to keep, or at least start, a conversation since it is still not overly common in the U.S.
Sydney, Australia, and New York are superman destinations, wrestling for attention and flying onto the world's front page. Boston and Melbourne? They're more like spectacled Clark Kents. And each is secretly glad.
I apologize for the misinformation. I apologize for misinterpreting the West Point PAO's statement.
You see, last time the Academy said "misconduct," it was a glossing-over and dismissal of the very definition of sexual harassment committed by the Academy's rugby team in emails.
Exactly five years ago I was walking down the street and passing a newsstand I saw a close-up of Nelson Mandela's face staring back at me from the cover of Time Magazine. I love his face, looking at him makes me think of the best parts of us as human beings and what we are capable of.
It doesn't matter if you see a game at the Maracana in Rio de Janeiro, a game at the Olympic Stadium in Kiev or a game at the Bell Centre in Montreal. All are fun, different and each one will take you to another great city in a great country.