Summary

The author passionately describes their love for rugby, its players, and the personal connection through their son's involvement in the sport.

Abstract

The author, a lover of sports, initially had a strong attachment to American football and the NY Giants, but rugby has since captured their heart. The transition to rugby fandom began with their son's participation in high school, leading to an appreciation for the sport's physicality and the bravery of its players, who compete without significant protective gear. The author fondly recalls the early days of watching their son play, the anxiety of the games, and the camaraderie with other parents. The article emphasizes the physical attractiveness of rugby players, both in their son's high school team and in professional leagues, suggesting that this allure makes the intensity of the sport more palatable. The author encourages readers, particularly women, to watch professional rugby in the U.S., highlighting the athleticism and "guts" of the players, which the author believes contributes to their attractiveness.

Opinions

The author has a deep affection for rugby, which they believe is a sport of courage and physical prowess.
Rugby players are admired for their bravery and physical attractiveness, which the author finds compelling and worthy of admiration.
The lack of padding and helmets in rugby adds to the sport's perceived toughness and the allure of its players.
The author's connection to rugby is deeply personal, stemming from their son's involvement in the sport.
Watching rugby games, especially their son's matches, was a source of both pride and anxiety for the author.
The author playfully acknowledges the inappropriate yet harmless admiration that parents, including themselves, had for the young rugby players.
There is a sense of pride in the fact that professional rugby is growing in the U.S., and the author is eager to promote it.
The author humorously reflects on their past behavior, such as praying for the NY Giants' success and the lighthearted flirtations on the sidelines during games.

My Sport is Rugby. No Pads. No Helmets. Just Balls.

And really hot guys

How cute are these Rugby New York players? My son’s on the far left. Photo courtesy of my stealing it from my kid’s Instagram account.

Growing up in New Jersey, I learned to love football and root for the NY Giants.

I also learned to pray for them as they’re so damn uneven.

After my first husband passed away, I prayed to him begging that he help our team. To use his Heavenly powers to make Manning accurate. To turn Manningham’s hands into super glue. To give Brady pneumonia the day before the 2012 Super Bowl!

He let me down with the Brady thing, but my angel in the sky pulled out all the stops otherwise. When the G-men won late that night, my phone rang until the morning with people calling to say, “Stu did it!”

I still love my Giants. And football.

But rugby, professional rugby, has my heart.

And my fantasies.

Have you seen those guys?

Whoa mama!

It began when my son started playing in high school.

The coaches, all former rugby players, were tres adorbs. And the players were so cute, such young studs. Bright-eyed. Broad-shouldered. Brave.

Which increased their hotness tenfold.

Rugby is not for the faint of heart. For the players or the parents.

For the players, the game is sort of like football only you don’t pass the ball forward. You pass it back. While people try to kill you.

What are you wearing during this assault on your life?

Basically, shorts and a tee-shirt.

No helmet. No pads. Just, as they say, balls.

For the parents, well, suffice it to say I watched my son’s entire first season with my hands over my eyes, removing them only when the shouts of “Go, Cuy! Go!” indicated my kid had the ball, was racing to the try line, and if I didn’t see him score there’d be hell to pay after the match.

It’s a tough sport and, for newbies, tough to watch.

But, as I said earlier, the hotness of the players makes it all worth it.

My girlfriends and I would whisper to each other on the sidelines as we sipped our Bloody Marys. “Oh my God,” we’d say giggling like the day drinkers we were, “I am so lusting after your son right now!”

Now, the boys we watched and shamefully lusted after, are men. Many are playing professional rugby.

Did you even know we have that sport right here in the U.S.A.?

Oh, we do.

Ladies, you must tune in.

To excel at rugby you need speed, great hands, and guts. It’s not in the requirements that you be gorgeous, but it’s worked its way into the mix.

It’s the guts thing. I’m certain of it.

One more pic of my handsome kid. Photo stolen by me from his Insta.

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