A college tour story
| Story Submitted by Mike Sexton Tight head prop Ft Worth RFC (Idiot
Brother #31)
A couple of years ago when I was playing college rugby at a school in Texas that is home of the Aggies I had shaved my head completely bald. I had done this to look mean, however I was only laughed at and people would rub my belly. Anyway after a hard fought match(we kicked the shit out of them for rubbing my belly) we proceeded to drink all the other team's beer and take their women and burn stuff (like all good visiting sides do). Well after the beer was gone, the women violated and everything flammable had been taken away we headed home. We were the exact opposite of sober, especially me. About forty miles away from home we stopped at a hotel and parked behind a shed to relieve interior pressure of the bladder. Some stayed on one side others went to the other side of the shed. As I blabbed on about something that I am sure was mildly important my head looked straight down secondary to a jarring blow by an unknown object. The non-sober friend next me screams "Heeeeyyyy man! You just got hit in the head with a brick!" I did not believe him until the blood started running down my face .00002 seconds later. My friend ran around the side of the shed an said "That Motherscratcher just threw a brick at you!" I turned the corner myself and their was my friend Flemming tossing bricks (for no good reason other than non-soberness which now that I think about it is a good reason) on top of the shed. A rouge brick smacked me in the noggin' and Flemming became very, very scared, for I was big, bald, drunk, and pissed. Many of things you do not want your prop to be when he is off the field. Needless to say he began to cry which made me feel bad, not for making him cry but because I did not realize he was so much like a chick. We then loaded up and drove home with a shirt on my head trying to stop
the already thin blood from running out of my skull. About the time my
head stopped bleeding my driver (nonsober) decided now would be a good
time to tear up the lacrosse field, since it was better than ours and much
more respected. After the first set of donuts I smacked my head and began
to bleed... again. I went home and went to bed, and woke with blood all
over me, my wall, my clothes and my bed (I half expected to see a horse's
head under the covers seeing as how the Don and I had a small falling out).
Cheers
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