That chicken with its head cut off feeling? I get it now, assuming said chicken also was a recently concussed, mildly asthmatic Kansan who prior to moving to Colorado three years ago couldn’t have told you the difference between a lacrosse and rugby ball (I jest, but you get the point).
Saying this, I’d like to point out that I did in fact survive my first practice Tuesday with the Gentlemen of Aspen Rugby Club. Sure, the two-hour practice was strictly touch, but that was the most I’ve run since … well, an embarrassingly long time ago.
Click Colbert: Figuring out this rugby thing by playing with the Gents of Aspen for more.