My Latest Addition to my TBR Pile..

21 02 2006

I’ve been meaning to blog about this, but keep forgetting. I heard about this book a few weeks ago on VH1, where they were gushing over it (well the females on the Best Week EVER were). I hadn’t yet had a chance to check out the book until now. And girls,

HOT DAMN.

Add this book to your TBR pile, because I assure you, you will thank me later.

hehe.

All of the pictures are like the cover, all naked men from the French Rugby Team, dressed (or undressed I should say) with just a rugby ball…

HOLY CRAP!

Sign me up RIGHT NOW!

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Swing Low, Sweet Chariot..

13 02 2006


…or whatever the heck the English National Anthem says. Do they swing low or swing high in their sweet chariot? I can never remember…

The England Rugby 7’s Team won the entire tournament that I went to this weekend. Great heaps of fun I had this weekend, with just me and flippin’ Jess. So many people had told us that they wanted to go with us, so many people promised us that they WOULD go with us and NONE of them showed. Which didn’t bother Jess and I in the least, because we still had a blast and enjoyed the tournament, met some new tournament friends, greeted and hung out with old tournament friends (was surprised to see some of our New Zealand friends from the first year that remembered us, we felt oh so special). I even ran into my sister’s Father in Law, who flew in from Spring, TX just to watch the rugby tournament for the day. It was all kinds of fun.

I didn’t get to go to the tournament on Sunday, so I had to read about England taking the tournament, Argentina winning the plate and Scotland winning the bowl. These are all teams that I cheered my butt off for on Saturday, so I was happy…I knew Manu Samoa wasn’t going to win anything, they always disappoint me every year….so I was surprised that they lost to Scotland. BLEH, whatever.

Dude, gotta give some props to all the hotties of the tournament: Cory Jane and the Maher kid from New Zealand, Olo Brown from Scotland, Nils Mordt from England, Christoff Strubin from Canada, Francisco Bosch from Argentina and a whole sleuth of other hotties that had me and Jess drooling throughout the entire day. Cory Jane was tight during the NZ/Australia match, man he got rocked though, picked up and thrown, but he made up for it with his brilliant try at the end of the game which tied up the game just before the match ended…gosh, good stuff..wish rugby was bigger here in the states, but I’m kinda glad that only me and Jess know about all the rugby goodness that comes to us once a year (well in our part of the world)…LOVE IT!

But there is one thing that bothers me SO much about Americans.

I love America, I am proud to be American. I was born and raised here and even though I’m Samoan, I take pride in my culture and my heritage but I also have my American culture that I absolutely love. I love American sports (okay not as much as I love rugby and overseas soccer, but still), I love different American cities and every time I hear our National Anthem being sung somewhere (whether Leann Rimes is singing it or a bunch of Kindergarten kids singing it at my daughter’s school) I ALWAYS tear up. Every time I watch movies like Armageddon and Pearl Harbor, I’m just so damn proud to be American. I support all American sports, regardless of what they are, simply because I’m American.

I wish everyone felt the same way I did about being American.

At the tournament this weekend, it struck me as odd that not all of the Americans sitting there in that big ass stadium don’t support the US Rugby team as much as they should. It’s okay to live here, it’s okay to be apart of the American communities, but it is NOT okay for them to cheer on their own countrymen? Most everyone was cheering AGAINST the US..people that I know, have known since I was a little kid, were cheering AGAINST the US and that really bothers me, because where’s their sense of loyalty to the place they call home. I was so ashamed as I sat there, cheering my heart out for the US Team, even though I knew they weren’t the best team at the tournament, even though I knew they didn’t have a prayer of winning some of the matches they played, it didn’t stop me from supporting THEM. I may have a thing for the England team and the New Zealand team, hell even the flippin’ Scotland team, but when those teams played the US Team, I cheered for the US Team…it’s what you do. You cheer for your home team.

Jess is guilty of cheering against the US Rugby team and man I don’t know if she does it to piss me off because she knows that shit like that pisses me off, but man she automatically cheers for whoever the US team is playing against. On Saturday we got into a big ass tiff at the games, because while the US was playing the West Indies team, she was cheering so hot damn loud for the WI’s team. I was flabbergasted, Jess, who couldn’t tell you where the hell the WI’s are, was acting like their damn #1 supporter, cheering against the men that were playing for the country she calls home, and if that wasn’t bad enough, she’s got all these other people that we know, cheering for the WI’s team right along with her. I couldn’t believe what I was hearing, they were BOOING the friggin’ US team and I sat there with my jaw hanging down, wondering why on earth they lived here if they hate the rugby team so much.

If you aint gonna cheer on your own countrymen, get the hell out of Dodge. I was so ashamed that Jess, who is the typical American girl, living the American dream was out there booing people that shared the same home as her, cheering for people she knew nothing about, all because they were playing against America…

All of those Americans who were at the games this weekend, booing the American team, cheering on other teams when they played against the US, should be shot.

The whole friggin’ lot of them….including Jess. LOL.





The Countdown Has Begun…

11 01 2006

For the past 2 years, Jess and I have attended the Rugby International 7s Tournament that they hold at the Home Depot Center. Words can’t express how fantabulous this tournament is. I mean, the sights that greet you when you walk up to the ticket window with your ticket in hand, ready and eager to let the fun begin is really mind blowing. You are immediately greeted with colors from every country represented on the field that day. It’s amazing how wonderful all of those colors mixed together is. To stand there with smells from the consession stands filling your nostrils, the coffee being made for the fans that partied too hard the night before in anxious excitement for the day’s festivities and competitions. It really is quite remarkable. Everywhere around you has a different accent, you see a different culture around every corner and it really is amazing to the eye.

It really is something else to get to your seat, camera ready for the Opening Ceremony to begin. From the moment your rear hits the seat, people around you are smiling their greeting or they’re introducing themselves. Everything always starts out just right. You cheer on when your team’s flag comes out onto the field, and you’re snapping mad crazy pictures to freeze little snipets of this already fun filled weekend into the memory card of your camera. You’re just so excited to be there and it shows.

And that’s all before the games start.

Because as soon as the first game starts, even if your team isn’t playing that first game, you’re sucked into the drama that is competition. You’re cheering for the Underdog team, which is probably some team like Uruguay, Chile or Trinidad because you can’t help it, you want the underdog to win. And then 14 minutes later, the game is finished and your blood is pumping in nervous trepidation as the next team comes on and by the time your team gets onto the field, you’re out of your seat, cheering so loud you’re sure they can hear you all the way at the Nations Capitol. By this time, you’ve already made your “tournament friends” and they’re helping you cheer on your team because they know as soon as their team comes out, you’ll be right next to them cheering on their team. And finally when both of your teams meet on the field, the friendly taunts begin, you jump for joy when your team scores a try, you groan and bitch when the other team scores a try and you rib each other after the match is over when your team wins (because of course, it always happens like that, LOL) and the taunting wars continue throughout the day, getting better and better with each match, so better that months and years later, you’re still talking about it.

One month from today, the tournament comes to L.A. and it’s enough to bring a bright smile to my face in anxious anticipation of what’s to come. This is surely the best way for memories to be made.

Let the countdown begin.