A change of venue...

Remember when this happened?

I do.

He doesn't.

At least not, enough.

Below is an actual "text-ersation" I had with Jack while I was out of town.

Jack: Rugby was good. My position is a jumper.

Me: What's a jumper do?

Jack: two people jump me into the air and then i have to catch the 'high' ball. then while i have the ball the two people use me as a battering ram and get me as far as they can before we all get tackled.

Me: You should not have told me that.

Jack: why?

Me: Because I love you and don't want you to get hurt?

Jack: they use my butt as a battering ram. not my face.

Me: That's only slightly better.

Jack: i will be fine. they said bruised butts broken coccyx or bruised elbows (they hold me by my armpits)

Me: I think you should stop talking now.

Me: Love you. Go to bed.

Jack: sorry? its better than a broken neck

Me: I guess that helps

I am assured its safer than football and lacrosse.

Wish us luck, we'll keep you posted.