The first of November is here. It is the Feast of All Saints and it is the day Ireland and New Zealand battle for rugby supremacy.
My rugby story isn’t the normal one. Most rugby stories aren’t, but they all have a common thread. Once your story starts, you have entered a social circle that supports you through thick and thin.
On and off the pitch.
Today, thousands of people will come together on the shore of Lake Michigan. Teammates, classmates, travelers, old friends and newcomers as well.
At the end of the day, I will have friends that were strangers Saturday morning. I will probably have a fair share of pints. I will definitely sing off key. I will hug Irishmen and high five Kiwis. I will see my Blaze brothers and my Kennel Club mates and we will all be there to watch scrums and rucks.
I will hear many of my mates tell me that they are “with me” and I will reply that supporting call.
Play well Gentlemen… one team will win in the late Chicago afternoon, but everyone involved comes out the winner.
Don’t forget to set your clocks back one hour when you go to bed. Take a long look at that post five o’clock sunset. We won’t see another one until next year.
Oh…. may this day bring gusto and astonishment!
