Prologue: SONO hands in the ruck(England 1- US 0)

Prologue: SONO hands in the ruck(England 1- US 0)
With the night being done and slowly beginning to slip into a haze. I instinctively find someone with a good smoke to aid in my sobriety. Lo and behold it was Tory(UK guy) that came to my rescue and let me bum a good cigarette. Dunhill International, one of the smoothest cigarette's you can find. In the cool crisp night the less than sober people began to rouse themselves to mosey over to the door.
"Dunhillll's Dunhilll's Dunhill's don't taste good at all",booms a late exiter.

" I dunno Dunhill's are pretty fuckin' good cigarette", I state succinctly.

"American cigarettes suck," the Tory says aggressively.

"Not Native American Spirits, Native American Spirits are a Good Fucking Cigarette",I say with patriotic authority.

Not holding back and with a certain air of unwarranted arrogance the Patriot says, "I think that all American cigarettes suck, even Native American Spirits,"

Full of disdain I say,"Fine then lets have a fucking scrum and settle this".

We line up in position he gripped my shoulder and I gripped his. Thoughts of patriotism race through my mind. My heart beat just a little bit faster. I must defend America. He had defiled my beloved Native American cigarettes. They give back to Native American charities, Ryan Adams smokes them, and they're organic. How dare he challenge all that Native American cigarettes stand for.

"Crouch,Touch,Hold,Engage", I roared.

Shit, I can't get a grip in my work shoe. SOB I'm sliding backwards. Fuck! I lost. I don't believe this. End of match. I play it off friendly like, but inside I'm wreathing. I'm told that I looked visibly angry. However, I'm always civil and a loss is a loss. Sorry America.

This ended the social. I sat by my car drinking water and gazing at the railroad tracks. Work the next morning was fun.

Lesson learned if your in a scrum always , always wear shoes with grip.