pastoral pitch

Today we played an A-side and B-side match against a team from Chambersburg, PA, which was apparently somewhere near Camp David. The weather was lovely and I got to play scrumhalf:

We won both matches. Chip played too, and at the ripe age of 50, he still looks radiant, even after a match:

Zoom in to see my bloody nose. I got elbowed in the face in a tackle which sent me into a little rage, but I got over it and he was nice about it. I just don't have that much more nose to break, so I get really pissy when someone hits it. Luckily, it was not broken, just bloody. Blood tastes really gross when it slides down the back of your throat, mixed with snot, fyi.

Cornfields surrounded the pitch, which was nice and soft. The scene was quite pastoral:

Note the excellent positioning of the Renegades back line at left in this photo:

It was 40 degrees cooler than last week's match, and it made all the difference, especially with no humidity. A nice day to play rugby.

The temperature should be dropping down to the 50's this evening. Since my soul wasn't sucked out of my body from high humidity today, I have the energy to go out to Blowoff tonight. Should be a fun debaucherous time in the Saliva Pit.