hi. listen, old friend - i know that i've been really lazy, and i haven't worked out nearly as much as i should've during the past, oh, i don't know, 3 years, but i seriously can't believe how sore you are already. and after just one itsy bitsy rugby practice.
come on!
we used to ball it up, remember? we'd play a match on saturday, destroy some booze that night, and by monday we'd be ready to kick it. sure, there'd be some taco bell in there somewhere, and maybe a mad dog 20/20 or two. but we always got along like gangbusters, no matter how much abuse i put you through.
if this is your way of telling me that we're getting too old for this shit, then i'll be quick to point out 1) we're not danny glover, and 2) we're only 25. guys play rugby into their late 20's... sometimes early 30's!
can you hang in there for just a few more months? if so, i guarantee* this is my last dance with rugby for-ev-er.
yours,
pat
p.s. see you in the kitchen, old sport.
*not a guarantee
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