Thursday, April 25, 2013

The Saddest Time of the Year

Well viewers, it's that time of the yet again. The time when friends separate, projects come to a close, and people that you've made relationships with will probably never cross paths with you again.

Yea, I'm talking about rugby season, but also graduation and even the end of this blog.

Rugby is always hard to leave. After weeks of spending your nights and weekends with some great ladies, when all of that is suddenly taken away from you, you at first are really glad. Thank heavens I don't have to deal with her shit anymore! and I was getting real close to starting some fights with my team members.

But then you realize, dammit those were all of my friends! Depression hits, and you take every opportunity to hang out with them, so happy just to see their face again. Rugby is a very intimate team experience, so it's only natural I love these girls and miss tackling them to the ground.

And then you realize not everyone on the team will return. Seniors will graduate and as college students, we understand that we may never see them again.....never see my sister, best friend, mentor again?? My heart aches just thinking about it!

Honestly, the only thing keeping me same after the season ended was this blog. It kept rugby going on in my life, and I was able to feed my cravings. And now you're telling me this has to come to a close too??

Now, technically it doesn't, but the likelihood that I'll continue through the summer is slim to none. But this blogging experience has really made me tap into my creative writing, and hey, maybe I'm not so boring after all!

Now viewers, I am not a senior so my rugby journey will still continue come next year. This time, in New Zealand! Yes, the hub of rugby, the All Blacks, rugby central!! I can't wait for that chapter in my life, and perhaps I'll take you along in my new blog. Perhaps.

Wouldn't change a thing this whole semester, loved every second, every struggle, and every person along the way.


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Friday, April 19, 2013

Back on that Grind

So, rugby season officially ended with the beginning of April and with this, so did my exercise regime.

I have seriously not run since then. I feel the atrophy in my arms and I swear when I did try to go run the other day, my side started hurting. It was 2 minutes into the run.

My life, it sucks.

How did this happen?? Yes, I understand that I haven't been working out like I was in season, but damn! Months of hard work GONE in a few weeks? Why is my life so hard?

Just when I  thought I was getting in really great shape, running with ease, doing push-ups like nothing, all of this comes crashing down to the big pile of fat that I now possess.

See, all of this wouldn't be so bad if summer wasn't coming around! I need to show some sexy skin, not overflowing muffin tops! AND if I'm seriously trying to play rugby in New Zealand where all of the top dogs play, I be trippin' if I think I can cruise on by panting all the while.

This pretty much sums up my life, before and after the season:



But it's alright! Today is a new day and I shall get back on that grind! Grrrr! 

Friday, April 12, 2013

Team Night

Last night, I probably had the most fun I've had in a lonnnnng time.

And of course it was with my rugby girls =D

Every semester, the team holds something called, "Team Night" where the new rookies get inducted in the team. Now, I'm not allowed to give y'all the details but perhaps some vague generalizations? My English professors would be proud.

Staying true to rugby, the night started out with fitness. Squats, jumping jacks, sit-ups, and push-ups. Did I mentioned we still have injured players? Oh well.

Then, a friendly dip to get away from the heat! Sploosh, splash went the water, and to their excitement we had a fun puzzle for them too!

Next, we played a great game if I-don't-know-what-it's-called but it involved a tarp and someone not seeing, talking, on their feet, or using their hands all while they try to flip the tarp over. Team bonding at it's finest!

Refreshments.

We were making such good time, that we even had a chance to visit some friends and sing!

Then it got all hot again so we went to the pool! Played a great game of telephone and had some more stuff to drink. We thirsty!

Finally, the night came to a close with some games, trivia, and most importantly, FOOD!

But what I really enjoyed last night was getting to know there girls. They're such a great bunch, so funny, and I'm sad that I only met them this semester and saw this side of them so late!

Oh well. There's always next year! Yeeee!

Thursday, April 11, 2013

Trifecta

Bruised, Broken, and Bloody (Hello, World Post)
Alternate Titles: The Third Half, The Coin Flip

I am a hooker,
and a darn good one at that.

I've swiped more balls than I can count, enjoy getting down and dirty, relish the feel of hands in my pants, and don't mind getting wedged in between people so long as they're not too rough.

Ahhhh, rugby.

It's that sport that no one really knows, and if they do they think it's some form of football or eccentric European sport that doesn't make sense here in 'Murica. Well, it is my pleasure to introduce to you, valued viewer, what rugby is through my own chronicles as a rugger.

Rugby is a fast-paced sport played in two 40-minute halves with either 7 or 15 members on each side (in this case 15). It is a high-contact sport, which makes it similar to football in this manner, but also demands the endurance and stamina found in soccer. Basically, it's a really tiring game and if you don't know what you're doing, you risk getting real hurt, real bad.

Now, I know that escalated very quickly but the realities of this game are grave, and it only took one instance with a team member being driven away in an ambulance that showed me how dangerous this sport is. With recent news of professional athletes committing suicide, such as Junior Seau, or suffering other long-term ailments as a result of their athletic career, I got to thinking: how dangerous can rugby be and could I, or someone I know, end up like them?

Every practice and every game, every ruck and every scrum, I risk serious injury or even death. If it's not a broken bone, then it's a torn ACL or paralysis. But it's rugby season now, and there's about 10 games I'm scheduled to play in, and I intend to play in every one. In fact, with football season coming to a close, I'm even more anxious to play despite seeing players like Dannell Ellerbe play with two broken thumbs, or Jahvid Best remain on the PUP list for the second year due to a concussion.

Just like these players, I bear witness to fellow team members playing with injuries, not caring about them so long as they get to play, and have seen serious ramifications as a result of playing rugby, such as ineligibility to compete in the Olympic Trials. However, I still lace up my boots and take to the pitch, almost in denial of these possibilities and in approval of my team doing the same. 

As my season sets to begin, my blog aims to entertain you with my accounts of playing rugby and its culture, but also determine why it is that players risk their bodies and their lives in this game. Why do athletes play in spite of injury, why do athletes play knowing well of the risks, and why do athletes feel compelled to continue playing? All of these of which beg the question, why does society continue to allow athletes to risk their lives in a game at the expense of their own entertainment?

Little to none is done to advance protective gear for rugby players, and minimal refereeing invites dangerous play at every blind side. Mix in the high-level of amateurism and low education into the sport and we have the perfect concoction for the highest possible number of player casualties! Possibly in any sport! Congratulations rugby! 

The IRB really has our back, don’t they?

Because of its unfamiliarity, rugby is often dismissed or brushed under the rug when it comes to changing the nature of the game, especially by traditionalists who want to maintain the purity of the “spirit of the game.” 

But you know what, I’m tired of watching my players get punched behind the ref’s back, and with so much attention geared towards athletic injuries in today’s media, I think it’s about time rugby hit primetime.

Any team player will tell you that getting to know the other members of your team is essential; it allows you to know how well (or bad) they play, what ideologies they hold, and if you can respect them enough to trust their opinion and their abilities.

The same goes for blogging. 

Who you decide to follow can help shape your ideals, expose you to different opinions, and let’s be honest, affect your street cred. This week, I’m going to show you ladies and gents some other rugby bloggers that I have found to be interesting and can hopefully give you more insight on the world of rugby.

Simply going by “Dave,” the author shares very little, if any at all, about himself in his blog “The Rugby Banter,” choosing rather to focus on his subject matter, rugby. Each week, he shakes things up from talking about rugby law to rugby tournaments to rugby in the community, which allows his readers to see the sport in a variety of levels and contexts. His posts are scholarly enough to stir rugby debates and politics, but are still sports-driven to amuse rugby enthusiasts.

However, his blog seems to be from the point-of-view of a fan, rather than a player. So while his blog post “Dear IRB, The Letter of the Law…” talks about the growing power of referees, he is less concerned with the safety of the players than he is about the continuity of the game, or in other words, how referees affect the enjoyment of watching the game by continuously stopping it. He implores the IRB to make changes as these multiple penalties/yellow cards are “starting to get us fans worked up.”

Afterall, who’s more important than the fans?

In another post, “The Role of School Coaches,” Dave talks about the need for school coaches to focus on individual skills and techniques rather than the schools’ win/loss record. This way, players can be the best they can be and start their rugby careers with a better start and attitude. Rugby skill and knowledge development start early on, and because of this, school coaches must instill in players the right mentality. However, safety is not mentioned in the blog, though anyone who has played rugby would agree that it is an essential education for all rugby players. (I know, he got me all excited too. One of us? SO close.) It seems that the “entertaining and success” of the game is most important to Dave.

While this blog also focuses on rugby, Dave seems to critique the sport from the eyes of a fan or recruiter rather than in the best interest of the player. It is informative, yes, and provides detailed accounts on the game, its laws, and practices (certainly more than I even know), however it does not address the safety concerns that my blog centers on. Perhaps because as a player, I'm more concerned with staying alive, while he is more concerned with staying entertained. I’m not trying to excuse him, but this does make sense since I experience rugby from the trenches, not the stands. Dave, from what I know, is just a fan. A hardcore fan!...but a fan nonetheless.  

It’s unfortunate in this way, but because our audiences are the same, in that we both target the rugby community, I’m still glad that we both can drive home some aspect of the game that otherwise went unnoticed or is undermined. Dave has over 3,000 followers, so between him and my impressive 1, together we can spread more awareness despite our differing focuses. 

Some exposure is better than no exposure, so Dave gets to star in this week’s blog since his blog is still a great source of rugby news. I’ll certainly be reading in, gaining as much news on the current state of rugby from his blog as I can (I’ve already learned so much!), and so should you. So go ahead and read his weekly blogs, maybe you’ll learn something, maybe not, but just remember…read mine first.

HEAR ME NOW! (Voice Post)
Scared you a lil’ bit? Good. As with all blog posts, authors need to GRAB their reader’s attention, and today I’m going to show you how the already aggressive rugger displays voice in blogs. “Voice,” simply, is the means that authors use to convey their personality by their choice of diction, phrasing, and content. All authors have voice (some more amusing than others) but no two are ever the same.

A fellow rugby blogger I’m following is a great example.

Tim O’Connor is a barrister, and now that his playing days are over, he fills this void with his blog titled simply, “Rugby Law” where he explores rugby and the laws that govern it. After reading through his posts, it is clear that Tim had much rugby experience and that I am not the first to question the safety of rugby, especially in the scrums (beat me to the punch!).

He first lets readers know about the amount of pressure first-row players endure during a scrum in his post, “Legal Liability and Scrums” by comparing it to having cars fall on your shoulders.

“Take a small car - this being rugby, let's say a French one, a Citroen C4. In fact, take two. Suspend one 15 centimetres - six inches - over each of your shoulders.

Now let them drop.

That's what it is each member for a professional front row to take the hit of a modern scrum…3kN of an impact. Ten or fifteen times a game.”

With this, his metaphor of the weight of cars to the impact of scrums is very effective in showing the dangers that burden every front-row player. His continual use of these metaphors throughout his post allow him to illustrate this clearly to his readers, who often can’t imagine it when just technically explained (hell, non-front-row players can’t even understand it). This allows him to emphasize how dangerous the scrum can be and that though they are often overlooked, the risks can be as dangerous as a car falling on someone.

The isolation of the sentence “Now let them drop” also reminds me of the initial shock and quickness of the scrum engagement for props and hookers (the front-row players). Both teams face each other, ready for battle, and when the ref is done with the cadence of “Crouch! Touch! Set!” the engagement is so quick and sometimes so powerful that if you’re not ready, you’re in serious trouble. Unsuspecting players, like those not ready for a small car to drop on them, immediately feel the pain in their necks and shoulders, and this parallel of his metaphor with the actual mechanics of a scrum engagement allows Tim to connect with all of his front-row readers (like me!).

He continues to stress these dangers by his concise, simple statements that help convey that there is nothing complex about the issue at hand. He states simply,

“The net result has been more dangerous scrums, more resets, worse scrummaging and more dangerous scrummaging: bad rugby, and dangerous rugby…And there is no excuse for it.”

By getting straight to the point and stating the negative results of the laws that govern scrums, his frustration is clear and the line “And there is no excuse for it” illustrates his passion for much needed change, especially from someone who used to be a prop. With this credibility, the audience is more likely to accept his claims, and he is able to pull in sympathy from the audience by his anecdote of when he had to hold his hooker’s neck immobile after a bad scrum.

Even more powerful than this is his courage to stand against the IRB, despite his deep-rooted connection to rugby and his love for the game.

I love scrummaging. I have played as a prop, as has every male member of my family for the last three generations at some stage. Scrummaging has risks, and always will. I know the risks, and have accepted them, as has every other prop. But it is NOT acceptable to make those risks greater by ignoring the Laws of the game.”

Rugby is more than just a game to him, it is clear, and because he cherishes the game, he does not shy away from exposing the increasing risk front-row players are put under and fearlessly places the blame on the IRB.  

In another post, his angry voice towards the IRB is again heard in the concisely titled “Concussion – Fatality.” Short and to the point, he tells readers about a 14-year old boy that died on the pitch because he was left alone after receiving a concussion.

“I've written before, on this blog and elsewhere, about the failure to deal properly with concussion,” he states, exemplifying his dismay that there are cases where concussions still go untreated, and because he refuses to comment until the verdict on the case is made, this shows his own anguish on the event and perhaps his realization that sadly this is ultimately up to the courts as to what will happen, not the players or community. 

The title itself also shows his growing anger and even sadness at the growing links of concussions and fatalities in rugby. With just a dash to separate “concussion” and “fatality,” Tim not only shows how fast an injury can seriously harm a player if untreated, but also his own inability to relate the two as a single event. At the same time, the simplicity of the two words show that the issue at hand is not complicated and that there are no excuses—literally—that can come in between a concussion and a fatality.

Between these two blog posts, Tim shows himself to be a lover of the game of rugby, but like myself, cannot bear to see players continue to be injured by laws meant to promote player safety with the IRB sitting idly aside, watching. His passion is evident by his anecdotal stories and his anger clear towards the IRB. Like me, he understands that change must start with the IRB, and until they amend rugby law, players are subjected to the laws of the game, no matter how dangerous. 

Friday, April 5, 2013

Playoffs!

Making playoffs for the first time ever, USC Women's Rugby finally made it! Taking the fourth seed, this weekend the girls and I took to the pitch and battled our enemies with plenty leaving bruised, broken, and bloody.

Yea, we took last place in the playoffs, but hey! we got there and next year we plan on winning! One step at a time, and hell we had some fun and got to lace up the boots one last time.

Let's start from the beginning...Twas the last Saturday of spring break. Faces were stuffed, running shoes ignored, and long-neglected beds/couches reacquainted with. And then the phone call. We're in playoffs! We play two games this week! Practice resumes!

Yay?

Don't get me wrong, I love rugby but I was getting used to the idea that the season was over. And I was eating like a fatass! And let's not mention how many times I "exercised" over the break. Anywoo, playoffs arrived and the two-day battle began. 

Friday
Night game against the best team in the league. Fans were everywhere! (I have never seen so many rugby fans in Socal in my life!) 7:30pm Kickoff. Why is there aluminum on this field? Coach says she won't yell at us, liar. I hope my headband stays in. First half: let's just not talk about this one. Second half: much better! the tries that were raining on us by the other team dried up and we had a lock, A LOCK, score a try!

And ah, this team seems to have cursed me, for I left again with a strained calf after playing them. Cursed, I tell you!

Other than myself, very few others got hurt on my team with just one leaving to the ER, stiff-armed in the jaw  =(

*Friday Night: R.I.C.E = rest, ice, compress, elevate, repeat! Thank you Jesus for my frozen mixed vegetables.

Saturday

Afternoon game. 2pm Kickoff. Ugh, can I tell you how much our team hates playing in hot weather? Potholes we everywhere, and I stepped in a sinkhole during warm-ups! ANDD I found more aluminum! The hell?! Coach forgot about her promise yesterday. Trainer gave me the BEST wrapping job I've ever witnessed. Why is it so hotttttttt? First half: gruesometoughhotbitchesihatethemdirty. Second half: ughhateherwhenisitoverwherearemyplayers? disappointment, frustration, beaten.


More injuries today. Sprained hand, unicorn head, stitches mcgee, 2nd trip to ER in 2 days


Rugby Season 2012-13, over.

At least I'm still alive.