jesus can't play rugby cause he didn't pay his dues

Thank god that Natalie sent a text this morning that said, "Dress warm girls! It's gross out but we're pretty bad-ass so get ready to kick ass and get muddy. See you in 30." This small gesture managed to get me out of my bed this morning (where I was laying while thinking up excuses that would get me out of the game) - so I headed to pick up Erin. She greeted me in her usual fashion:
Needless to say, she wasn't ready when I got there - actually, she was still a little drunk. But we made it to the game and kicked some ass...

The temperature never got above 40 but it felt much colder with the wind and rain - MUCH colder. The pictures really don't show just how freezing and wet it was. We were soaked - head to toe - every tackle landed us in huge puddles. We had a ton of fun though... I don't know how but we really had a sick time getting muddy and scoring tries. We won 44-10 and are pumped for semis next weekend... I love this sport:

Mid-lift in some really attractive spandex

Mud all over my face and just all around looking gross...

and it's all for you go-ring...our number 8 forever.