Rob informed me that we were going to the rugby match this weekend. The Wallabies were in town (the National Australian rugby team). Here’s how the conversation went …
Rob: Hey, we’re going to the rugby match
Me: Oh, who are they playing?
Rob: <some team I don’t recognise – aka any rugby team>
Me: hmmm, huh?
Rob: You know Matt Damon?
Me: OHMYGOSH they’re playing Matt Damon!?!?
Rob: No, you know that movie Invictus that he was in with Morgan Freeman?
Me: Oooh, does he play for that team??!?!
Rob: No, it’s the team that was in the movie – South Africa Springboks
Me: So Matt Damon and Morgan Freeman aren’t going to be there?
Rob: <walks away clearly defeated>
We went to the game and there was an event beforehand where all the guys talk shop and they feed you a bunch of food and they had a little souvenir for the event … a rugby trophy. Now, I’m not saying that I’ve properly earned every award in my possession, in fact, I once came home with the Women’s First Place plaque for a duathlon … after I traded the winner a loaf of Amish cinnamon bread for it, but at least I competed in the race! For this stunning trophy I ate dinner and watched a game. I am proud of my trophy though, partially because in college I did participate in one rugby practice before quitting and this award makes me feel like that practice was worth it. After having received this I feel I should make the following announcement: I’ve now decided to retire from rugby. This lone trophy will grace my shelf alone (well, not alone, Rob got one too) with pride.
I am the master of my fate:
I am the captain of my soul
-From Invictus by William Ernest Henley (Not to be confused with Ernest Hemmingway)