Batman, Pacman and..?

What could be better than to spend one of your christmas holidays carrying someone elses heavy stuff in and out of a truck? Constantly reminded by the mirror about the phenomenon christmas weight, a few of us were desperate enough to agree working extra for our beloved rugby club. Even though one of us snoozed a bit too much, we started early and worked hard - cheered on by today's Big Afro Daddy. The poor truckdriver was frequently reminded by a traffic warden that we ought to move asap, maybe that's why he over-consumed nicotine all day? (Seriously, if you manage to smoke a whole packet before lunch, do you really have to use snus in between your cigarettes?)
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We were treated to lunch between truck load one and two, and there was also lots of chocolate at the new place where we unloaded the furniture, which made us temporarily forget today's fitness target. But I guess even if our weight stayed the same maybe we got a wee bit stronger? One can hope... Aside from the stiff competition for riding shotgun whenever we moved, there was also the ongoing argument between Sleepyhead and myself who was gonna be Batman and who'd have to be Robin. Eventually a rule became established, whoever screwed up most recently was Robin until something else happened.

As we left after a hard day's work I discovered that the Bartender didn't appreciate drawings on his car window...especially not ones of Pacman and a hefty cock... But that's a classic!?

Like an obituary but not really

Losing a player on the team usually requires a mourning process for a few of the people staying on, whether players leave because they're up the duff, injured, too busy, just feel too old to go on or because they move somewhere else. For some, they might just've been the fullback with the weird accent or the drunkest girl at the rugbyclub...but for others they might've been someone like-minded and a constant partner in crime. Someone who'd listen to your moaning, bring you chips and dip when you're hungover and drink the last of your beer when you can't take anymore. A really good friend. Someone who'd encourage you to treat yourself to nice things and discourage you from getting involved in stupid things (even if you don't listen).

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In the big, warm and sometimes slightly incestous family that is our rugby club, someone is missing. There's now a pitch black hole shaped like a small irish girl holding a pint in one hand and - for some reason - a christmas goat in the other...

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But to look at it from the bright side - more Kexchoklad for the rest of us! See you soon!

What happens on tour...

Oh, I'm desperately looking forward to this! Last time it was an unbelievable weekend where everything happened and nothing should be mentioned, because, well...what happens on tour stays on tour. Amsterdam 7's, Stockholm 10's, regional series and an Uppsala ladies team ready to fight for glory and titles... Next season could just prove to be the most interesting so far.

OA's (1st team) 2008, beaten in the quarterfinal by the Czech national side

www.amsterdamsevens.com

Merry Rugby Christmas

As I tuck in to my second pizza of the day and watch rubbish sitcoms in preparation for monday morning, I can't help being truly impressed by Irish who went into work this morning to split some cells (!) before our hungover hangout. Yesterdays christmas party wasn't well attended, but the few of us there really gave it our best shot (and shot would be the key word here). When the Greed game was over and Pär the pink christmas goat had found a new home (enjoy the Emerald isle, Pär!) there wasn't much else to do than to trick fellow drinkers into downing vile shots of whatever the Bartender and his accomplice could dig out from the dusty shelves behind the counter. When we'd all been carried outside by the grumpy staff and got the door slammed in our faces (pure luck we left with coats and bags, I tell you!) we made it downtown one way or another. We couldn't really agree on where to go next, but after a 30 minute loo visit Max burgers finally proved the strongest alternative. For the record, a burger has never been more delicious... Let's all remember until next year: Absinth is a one way ticket to Hangover Hell, first stop Vomit city...

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The official Uppsala Ladies song (melody Heja Bamse):

URFC, laget som vi gillar

våra damer klär i babyblått

Festar, tränar hårt med våra killar

svett och blod det tycker vi är hot

Ruckar, maular, tacklar, slåss - ni kan inte stoppa oss

Fyrisfjädern är vårt hem, vi slåss för liv och lem

Vi är Upplands glödheta valkyrior

och vi viker inte oss en tum

SKÅL

Off season

The off-season period is going slow... With a pitch the council won't sort out until after New Year and with temperatures under -10 training has basically consisted of a few brave people running round town with numb fingers and red noses. Highlights so far have been the core sessions in the changing room afterwards where we can defrost and admire Magnus' lycra babygro.

Lets hope for a good turnout next weekend when we combine our christmas party (and Greed game!) with selling unpopular drinks cheap in the bar. Rumours say the shrimp vodka is still regular price though...