Why we play this game

4 years ago By Jamie Dickson

Why We Play The Game

When the battle scars have faded
And the truth becomes a lie
And the weekend smell of liniment
Could almost make you cry.

When the last rucks well behind you
And the man that ran now walks
It doesnʼt matter who you are
The mirror sometimes talks

Have a good hard look old son!
The body not that great
The snoz that takes a sharp turn sideways
Used to be dead straight

Youʼre an advert for arthritis
Youʼre a thoroughbred gone lame
Then you ask yourself the question
Why the hell you played the game?

Was there logic in the head knocks?
In the corks and in the cuts?
Did common sense get pushed aside?
By manliness and guts?

Do you sometimes sit and wonder
Why your time would often pass
In a tangled mess of bodies
With your head up someones arse?

With a thumb hooked up your nostril
Scratching gently on your brain
And an overgrown Neanderthal
Rejoicing in your pain!

Mate – you must recall the jersey
That was shredded into rags
Then the soothing sting of Dettol
On a back engraved with tags!

Itʼs almost worth admitting
Though with some degree of shame
That your wife was right in asking
Why the hell you played the game?

Why youʼd always rock home legless
Like a cow on roller skates
After drinking at the clubhouse
With your low down drunken mates

Then youʼd wake up – check your wallet
Not a solitary coin
Drink Berocca by the bucket
Throw an ice pack on your groin

Copping Sunday morning sermons
About boozers being losers
While you limped like Quazimoto
With a half a thousand bruises!

Yes – an urge to hug the porcelain
And curse sambuccaʼs name
Would always pose the question
Why the hell you played the game!

And yet with every wound re-opened
As you grimly reminisce it
Comes the most compelling feeling yet
God, you bloody miss it!

From the first time that you laced a boot
And tightened every stud
That virus known as rugby
Has been living in your blood

When you dreamt it when you played it
All the rest took second fiddle
Now youʼre standing on the sideline
But your hearts still in the middle

And no matter where you travel
You can take it as expected
There will always be a breed of people
Hopelessly infected

If thereʼs a teammate, then youʼll find him
Like a gravitating force
With a common understanding
And a beer or three, of course

And as you stand there telling lies
Like it was yesterday old friend
Youʼll know that if you had the chance
Youʼd do it all again

You see – thatʼs the thing with rugby
It will always be the same
And that, I guarantee
Is why the hell you played the game

Where next?

Silver Lions Carnival Silver Lions Carnival
Mandurah Oldies Festival Silvers v combined Expats/Dogs/Gulls & Palmyra

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