Still burns...

I’m not sure if I’ve actually written a post about this yes, but I think I might have so I will repeat myself. Though I do have a twist.

I stopped playing rugby this year. I’ve been playing every year since I was eleven (under 12s), which makes roughly 16 seasons of football. I played for the same club for the last 9 years in a row, and after having played 100 Club Games and won 3 premierships, I thought that I might give it up. Truth be told, I’m not sure why I didn’t give it up earlier – I was never really that good, and I enjoyed it but I didn’t really love it. I think I like the image and all that jazz.

So as a consequence when people ask me if I miss playing, the answer is always no. I went down to watch the local sub-districts team play and I did think about playing for a while, for the comradely, but then I watched it for another 5 odd minutes and realised that I was happy not playing. Funnily too, I’ve not been back to watch Gordo – but I might go shortly.

Whilst I’ve definitely mellowed since playing, today I’ve been watching Sydney Uni Vs. Randwick and all my hate for Uni has come back. I don’t like Randwick, but geez I hate Uni. I think, in my retired state, I’ve mellowed a bit to some of the other clubs – I mean I like Wests a lot more now, and I don’t mind Manly or Eastwood since some blokes I know went there, but the hate for Uni will never die. Ever. I don’t know half these guys yet I loathe them!