Since I’ve been in Boston my buddy Murph (what? a Murphy in Boston? I don’t believe it) has been trying to get me to play Rugby. I went to one practice loved it, and a bout of dysentery, a network crash, and sales meetings have derailed my otherwise promising career.
That being said, those guys are tough as nails. I’m not saying that Rugby players are better than football players. No, certainly not. I’ve had that argument at least 1,000 times with every European I’ve met along my way, NFL players are better than the best Rugby players. That being said, NFL guys have millions of dollars, and Rugby guys have a pint of beer and only a shred of life’s responsibilities.
What I’m trying to say is, they are a bunch of lovable meatheads with nothing to lose. Which is why when you decide to rob a bookie you should make sure that there are zero (and I mean zero) rugby players within 2 square miles. Because when you fail to account for that, that’s when you get hit in the head with a chair and “sat on for hours”
You’ve been warned, America.
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