I don't have a whole lot to say about it...it was a great time...much like going to a Johnnie football game only we were wearing Tommie colors. I cheered when everyone around me did.
Footie players are a lot more fit...and attractive than American football players. I didn't think that was possible, but it's literally like the act of being sexy is a requirement to be on the team.
I saw my first streaker today. It was quite graphic, let's just leave it at that.
Well ok, here's basically how footie works (from my perspective). There are about a dozen players from each team on the field and it's like a game of catch on crack. Every team member is running all the time. You can pass the ball either by kicking it or doing this pass that looks similar to a volleyball underhanded serve. There aren't really any contact rules, so at various points in the game, the ball will be at the bottom of a ten-man mountain and whoever is holding it when all the men are peeled off continues with it. Nothing happens when the ball hits the ground, the games just keeps going. There are four tall poles at each end of the field. Two short ones on the ends and two tall ones in the middle. If you hit it between the two tall ones, you score, which is six points. Hit it between one of the tall ones and one of the short ones, you just get a point. I think...
That's about all I can remember. In other news...
Australian grades are kicking my butt. I've never had to work so hard for a good grade. O.o This past week has been rough, but I'll make it. Papers and papers and papers and more papers.
On that noteeee....peace out homies
Manders
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