this is precisely the reason why i don't want to play touch competitively anymore.
it's not about how good/bad my teammates are; or to be more precise, how familiar/unfamiliar they are with the sport.
it's not about running until my legs are about to give way, my lungs begging to burst.
it's not about how many dropped balls are there, how many silly changeovers happen.
it's not about inconsistent refereeing.
what i dislike about playing touch is the effect it has on me. the indescribable amount of pressure i put on myself, the suffocating self-expectation.
it's about the opponent not showing you respect by bringing the ball right back to the centre, just to drop it right in front of you. fuck you, you understand.
if you think your rugby skills greatly surpass mine, go ahead, i'm not interested in contesting that, no matter how misplaced it might be. but don't blame your players' fatigue for your lack of sportsmanship, the fact that you'd not think twice before mowing down a girl.
ironic, isn't it, strutting around like you're some big deal, just to feel so threatened by a GIRL that you felt the need to take her down, no matter what?
shouting at the referee from the sidelines, thinking you know all the rules? but honey, i heard you weren't anything to write home about when YOU took the whistle.
mocking other players on the field, who are playing their hearts out for this stupid little competition, when they have represented the country overseas? but then again what do you know, to you this is all just a joke off the field, but war on the pitch. hypocritical? tell me about it.
who cares about fairplay, who cares about sportsmanship, who cares about friendships.
but teacher, what are we supposed to impart to our students then?
