This past saturday, my rugby team the Village Lions played Montclair on their field.  We won both the A-side match and the B-side match.  I played in the ‘B’ side at a position I don’t normally play Second Row (I usually play Flanker).  I played a heck of a game, some big tackles and couple of solid runs that led to tries (rugby version of a touchdown).

I was voted as Man of the Match, which is like a player voted MVP, it’s a bit of an honor.  Along with the esteem of your teammates and the personal pride it gives a 27 year old former meathead.

Apparently, the Lion’s tradition is the Man of the Match wears a ridiculous Playboy button down shirt open, and forced to drink a decent amount of beer in front of the team.

So I did all this on Saturday, I got so drunk post game that I was home in bed and passed out by 1030.

All in all a great day.

Oh, also, I woke up in the morning to find a poland spring bottle (1/2 gallon) filled with urine outside my apartment door.  I have no clue what happened, my only guess would be that I couldn’t get my keys out fast enough, and just pissed right outside there in a bottle.

It is good to know that I still got it.