Rethink the rules of rugby… there are too many of them

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Rethink the rules of rugby… there are too many of them

I do find the tactic of bowing heads and kneeling in silence to be marginally less intimidating than that disturbing pagan dance the New Zealanders do.

When I got to high school, my mother decided that I was too precious to play rugby and insisted that I sign up for a less violent sport. I suggested tennis but she was concerned about the possibility of a ball hitting me in the eye and blinding me for life. Or worse, in the testicular department, thereby rendering me unable to provide her with grandchildren. Then again, the upside of not being able to spawn would mean I’d never find a wife. I would be able to stay with mummy forever. She was conflicted. By the time I was...


 


 


 

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