This Hooker's Ass, St. Patrick's and the Rite of Spring

I know that the title is a mouthful, but I haven't been too inspired to write lately, but I have a few thoughts going on in my head.

We had our first match of the season against Wharton. We lost 10-12. We could have won, but are looking at what we did accomplish. One of the things that we accomplished was that I can play prop for 80 minutes. I wasn't the hooker this game. I missed it, but I could prop. Though, I'm a hooker at heart.

What I learned is that my ass ruins the faces of second rows when I hook. I just got some big booty back there and my lock teammates talk about their rug burn from second rowing against me.

It's a theme that's common in my life -- my ass gets me in trouble.

As for St. Patrick's Day, I celebrated in a quite way since I had a match on Saturday. I ate corned-beef on rye and called all my co-workers Mc or O' something. I rattled off some Irish and St. Patrick's lure and went to bed. I woke up to a message from my coworkers.

Tomorrow is the first day of Spring. It's about time. I'm looking forward to it. I'm done with winter.

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