Lena and I met at a Smith College Rugby party in the fall of 1998. Lena was a "Rugger," and I was an enthusiastic fan. The beginning months of our relationship were centered around the all-encompassing Rugby culture and the community of friends that came with it. The rugby games themselves were quite a scene, but the "drink-ups" that followed were totally insane. Dirty, sweaty women would gather in the basements of dorms, drink large quantities of beer and sing "rugby songs," which were strangely reminiscent of the songs I'd sung at camp as a kid, but with a lot more sex and profanity mixed in. I don't remember many of the lyrics (and honestly, I'm not sure I knew that many at the time), but I do remember feeling totally impressed by all of it.
The other lasting rugby influence in our current lives is the Smith Rugby team cheer that they'd say before taking the field: "We're gonna ruck, maul, pillage and burn, we're gonna ruck, maul pillage and burn eat the babies!" Yes, that's right, Eat The Babies. And I feel like this cheer pretty much sums up our mothering experience some days. Here we are, eating the babies:
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hi i just came across your blog and am reading all the old posts. my wife and i play rugby. i just retired so we can have a baby. i liked reading how rugby has "infiltrated" your lives :)good memories.
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