Insufficient Rugby Love

Once again I report from the pitch:

We were playing touch rugby to work on our recycling, when one of our props got a breakaway and started to run with the ball. He was really movin' too. Then, right at about 5 meters out, he stumbles, falls headlong, and begins howling as if in pain. Not a normal rugger-in-pain sort of sound, which just turns the air blue. No, this was a noise to make brave men cringe. He dropped the ball for a knock-on, too.

Why, you ask?

Turns out he had completely blown out his right achilles tendon (the thing that connects your calf muscles to your heel). As in, see the orthopod first thing tomorrow morning and schedule surgery, expect to be off your feet for at least six weeks, no this can't be fixed with herbal tea and oriental stretching exercises (apparently, there are some things that can).

So that sucked.

I just read over this post, and I feel it's important to include this: it wasn't me. One of the other props.

So practice got cut short, assorted team members spent lots of time scaring people at the emergency room, Heather's Dad gets an A+ for helping out, and that's really all there is to say.