4 weeks can make one interesting month

2nd Poets Day post in 2 weeks after a 15 month hiatus - something is going on :)

Ruggerfest was 4 weeks ago tomorrow in Charlotte NC - 2 days of rugby on 7 all weather paddocks with a warm up area. 90 something teams with ages from U10 through High School, boys and girls teams and some Co-ed at the up to U14s. It was an amazing fun weekend and marks the beginning of the club season in the south pretty much.

We made some jokes about the Corona virus (apparently it is from 'Gaina'), hugged like we normally did, chatted, got inside socially acceptable physical boundaries, high fived winners, consoled losers, had a couple of beers and walked a whole lot. I love Ruggerfest, it is one of the rugby highlight of the year.

Raleigh Redhawks (the club where my son plays in Raleigh and who I carry water bottles for) didn't go to Ruggerfest, they had a commitment to play at Gonzaga in DC, a 9th grade game, a JV game and the all important Varsity game against the top ranked rugby school in the nation with an incredible program. They went up and won, a great start to the club season with a route mapped to go to nationals in May in Utah for the 2nd year in a row. CJRA from Charlotte had a great Ruggerfest and would be there also and the awesome program from Wando. We knew what the next few months held, lots of practice, quite a bit of travel with the new combined multi-state High School tournament, state champs for for youth, festivals in Richmond (a favorite also) and at the Horsefarm for the Gonzaga event. Single Schools High School season was over, in the books, club season was about to begin and we were ready to play.


Then the excrement hit the air dispersion device. Well it had already being hitting the fan overseas, we told kids to not share water bottles at practice etc but there was going to be a season, how could there not be? It was just like the flu, according to some un-informed loud talkers, no need for alarm.


Well they were pretty fucking wrong, weren't they.


And now we are in the temporary new normal, social isolation, self quarantined and not really knowing what the fuck has hit us and when it will all sort itself out.

2020*. The year that wasn't.

I am one of the lucky in some ways, work is busier now as I work in Telecom. We have been working from home for the last 4 weeks as we can, I usually work from home a couple of days a week anyway so I have the set up to keep on rocking. No commute apart from walking down the stairs, no water cooler chats, no worries about traffic, no need to wear pants, no wonder Jenn is not happy :)

The unlucky ones seem obvious, no need to point out the unluckiest in the year 2020*. But there are others that we may not consider. Being that I am a water bottle carrier for a High School Rugby team I know that there are many that will not get to graduate by walking down the aisle with their family clapping, the valedictorians will not get to make their speeches, the gown rental agencies (I presume one rents a gown) big mid year financial bump has gone. Those are memories that they will  never get the chance to forget :) Not really that big a deal for some, but one of those life moments that are meant to signify a major transition.

Not to mention that there are individuals and families that may not ever fully recover from the Shitty Beer Virus - living month to month is not only pretty stock standard for a fair chunk of the population (probably - not a finance major) but by definition it also means you do not have cash sitting around. I know the feeling, it is not fun. This SBV is going to fuck with that demographic of society pretty well, and in an election year and all :) There is already enough uniformed crap followed my mis-informed bullshit on social media as it is with the election coming, and SBV has made it even worse. There is literally no place to hide, well, apart from social distancing and social media distancing - and we know how good y'all are at that :)

This is a time to show (via the electric telephone as you should not meet people face to face) compassion for your fellow humanoids. If you can help, help. If you think you cannot, I hate to tell you, you can. You can stay the fuck at home. I know this is not an easy time but what we do now will determine how long we actually need to STFAH.

Enough I tell you, enough.

Yes, indeed I think that is enough for one day.


Work hard if you can, play hard (as long as it is at home) and earn earn your inspiration.

Happy Poets Day

Now wash ya hands :)