My son's team won 26-0. Seems they are on a roll.
From there we went to see the dedication of the new Santa Rosa rugby field in honor of Pete Eiermann "For Pete's Sake". The goal posts are made from telephone poles. A very cool design. They stand like ancient totum poles calling back to a time where men went on crusaides. Staring at them reminded me of the Santa Barbara playoffs, where the last year the campus allowed the ruggers to camp they lit telephone poles on fire for campfires.
It's the first time I have been at a rugby event in 7 years. I didn't stay too long. It isn't my life anymore, and my x's new girlfriend is beginning to like me too much and I worry she will get what is really up with my x (that he is not the man he represents himself to be - and he's done some pretty awful things in his day) and they will break up. I want him to marry this girl and have a nice life, and Brian will have a nice place to go be with his dad.
She hung with me, while rugger after rugger came up to hug me and say hello. Big Jeff, who's shoe was the classic 'shoot the boot' glass, hugged me, stood back and said "Please God tell me you are not back with him!" I said "No, I am not back with him, and by the way behind you, is Katie, his latest girlfriend..."...His face went beat red as he turned around to say hello to her.
It was at this moment where I thought, 'I have to get the hell out of here'. Besides, it was Terry's time with Brian and Boonie the dog, and I have a night off. So with that I ran away as fast as I could to a nice quiet evening...ahhhhhhhhh.....
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