| After playing in a lower side match vs a small Virginia
school (Beerings former school) that dominates in Rugby (name kept quiet
to keep adminstrator's from getting upset) we sat down with the collegiates
and talked rugby, proptalk, and drinking games. I was invited to join
their alumni to an annual post season party, which included rookie olympics
with such events as Naked keg tosses. Beering agreed that I should come and the event was planned. Two weeks prior to the trip we laughed at the idea of collegiate mayham. Now it was the Friday before. We had San Francisco/Golden Gate the next day in Rugby. We sat in 2nd place in our division among Super League teams and were scheduled to play 2 matches vs a local division 2 club and the Super League match. Beering was scheduled to start the A side, I was playing B side. I was torn with the thoughts of not leaving and going. I knew it would be fun, but did I want to pass up a night with my boys locally and the ladies they had visiting for a random trip to the country? Would it be everything I thought it would be? I was very poor so that was an issue, which led me to go with the original plan to travel with Beering (for the record his name is Buering, but I like to call him Beering) Anyways, after the A side loss we were off. Beering scored a try to get it close, but we ended up losing none the less. The best part about a prop scoring a try is the stories after. In this case, it was a great story. Beering picked up the ball at the mid field line and scrambled, out racing 3 backs, including one of the US Eagles (scrum half) for the try. It was covered on Fox Sports that next weekend and looked as amazing as it did in true life. So we grabbed some beer and were on our way. We figured we would arrive around 9 pm, which was fine. We drove, jammed to music, discussed politics, girls, rugby, illegal substances and beer. When we arrived, I got a short tour of the town the college was in, before heading out into the farm lands to find this party. And there it was. We pulled up and I got out, to hear "Montana, you made it." It was Yeast, as I was introduced to him weeks before. He was a big prop that fell in love with Sportskilt and bought one as well. He emailed me previous hoping I would make it and whenI did he was happy. He brought me around to dozens of ladies to introduce me and quickly found me the beer. He then showed me the Keg toss area and keg bowling arena and it was back to drinking. After several hours of downing beers and singing songs, we found ourselves watching the college alumni singing and that is when I noticed Beering singing. He screwed up a couple songs and was forced to drink the long honored traditional penalty (the boot) and continued on. Around 2 AM the crowd started to thin. Many made their way back to tents. Many ventured home. Some remained around the 10 foot fire burning like a California brush fire out of control. Random fire works were tossed in for color and many had to dodge missile projections from flaming objects. It was around this time I found a cocky young rugger that was wishing to wrestle. He shot on me. I grabbed him around his waste, picked him up over my shoulder, and spun in circles and threw him like a rag doll. I was obviously out of control. Too drunk to know safe from sorry. He bounced and wandered off to his tent to lick his wounds (pride and elbow). I laughed, as did most everyone. The partying continued. I talked to dozens of people, including one rugger that was moving to Florida. He was off to a town that had a "bad" rugby team and was considering giving up on rugby altogether. His thoughts were "NO RUGBY" was better than "Bad Rugby." I disagreed and preached to him that he was given a gift of playing at such a good rugby school, that it was up to him to pass it along to generations of ruggers that were not as fortunate. After calling him selfish and not playing in the true spirit of rugby, he conceded that he would look into it. Nuff serious chatter I decided and found some girls to harass. One, obviously into the wrestling mood from my fight, wanted some of another back. This back was hesitant, but wrestled her anyways. He threw her to the ground several times, but she kept coming back. He finally grew tired of her and dumped her on her face/head (into the ground). The sound was not pretty, and when she came up, she was a mix of dirt/mud and blood. I took some beer and washed her face and found dozens of tiny cuts up and down her face, forehead, chin, nose. Half her face was small cuts. The other was fine. She became known as 1/2 face. We chatted a while, and the thought crossed my mind that 1/2 face was the only girl still awake, but I decided to pass. About this time, this mystical creature named Hokie, wandered out of the dark hills and started dragging people away. The numbers slowly dropped. It's mysterious attacks caught everyone by surprise, til there were only 8 of us left. We sat around the fire, hoping to scare the creature away. The sun was starting to rise and we figured it would be safe then. Beering was one of the Hokie's first attacks. It took him out around 4 am and I hadn't seen him since. We sat around the fire and discussed race relations. There was a Jewish guy, and Asian, a black guy, a hispanic guy, and 4 white guys. The conversation got pretty ugly, followed by laughter. It would have made Spike Lee proud of the racial slurs being delivered by every ethnic class, every race. In the end, we all laughed and drank more beer til we noticed Hokie had returned many people to their bodies. People started coming out of tents left and right. This is when the true walk of shame started. Each time a girl would leave with a guy, the crowd of 8 would scream and holler. Then one guy left his tent with two girls that looked to be maybe 15. We gave him an extra few yells. Beering had returned with no recollection of the Hokie attack and wandered off to piss in the distance. He hollered back to us that he found a bra and showed us. We all ran up and found a couple in the back of a truck. We started to lift the blanket to see who the couple was, when the girl awoke to the lifting and flew her arms and legs up, throwing the blanket completely off her body, allowing us to view her naked body, and a quite open view of her lower regions. WE decided it was time to leave (ie clean up). So we were off. We stopped at some of his friends to shower and decided a trip to the Dennys was in line. After leaving and embarassing ourselves there (how is that possible) we headed back to DC. I still hadn't slept, opened a last beer and passed out on the way home. Good Trip, good idiot brothers. Thanks Yeast and Beering. |