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It’s Time to Step Up or Shut Up & Dip

For my first post of 2012, I am going to talk about my New Year’s resolutions. I’ve already seen my friends get into the spirit. Stains has decided to call everyone “asshole” and avoid the gym in 2012. Henny has decided to call everyone “fuckos” and might even decide to grace us with his literary presence a little more often on his own blog. It seems every slap dick by my work has decided to join my gym, which is amusing since they will quit in two weeks and also frustrating since they are hogging up all the equipment I use. Anyway, as for me, I am either getting a new job or joining a rugby club, both if possible.

As for the new job, I am not gonna bore you with all the details as 94% of Americans hate their job (I am assuming pimps, cameramen in porn, and backup catchers make up the other 6%). I realize hearing people complain about their jobs is just like hearing people complain about their fantasy football teams: nobody besides you fucking cares. Long story short, I’m sick of everything associated with my job, and the only way I could be happier within my company is to transfer away from the region. I don’t want to do that; I finally memorized all the bar specials in the DC area. Faithful readers of HJFHS, if you know of anyone looking for someone with a management/marketing degree with sales and management experience, holla at your Boyd. You’re damn right I’m pimping myself out.

As for the rugby club, it’s been too long. Since I graduated college, I’ve played in two alumni rugby games and played one B side half, drunk (B side is the equivalent to a JV game). Other than that, I’ve competed in the following sports in a rec league or weekly among friends: kickball, dodgeball, volleyball, pickup basketball, flag football, and softball. While I’ve had fun with those sports, it’s not real serious. I miss the hard work and the effort needed to win your week’s game. I miss hitting someone. I miss the rugby chants and songs. I miss getting trucked by a runner and getting my bell rung (as weird as that seems.) Any nagging injuries I had in the past seem to have gone away. Plus, I live an area where there are about four men’s clubs within a 20 minute radius. It’s as if I am going out of my way not to play.

Would I be able to play today? No fucking way. I am in decent cardiovascular shape, but not where I would need to be for an 80 minute rugby game. I could improve my lifting schedule. The good thing is I am not completely out of shape and I have the time to get there. Competitive rugby starts in September. That’s almost nine months to get into playing shape. I’ve been there before. I can be there again. As much as I enjoy abusing all-you-can-drink ND football specials while seeing my friends mack bitches and tell me drunken stories of girls who squirt, I’m ready to give that all up to get back on the pitch and scrum down. If I come back, I’m prepared to give it 100%.

If I can do both, I’ll do both. Otherwise, I’ll take the new job and pursue my other bullshit sports. Or, I’ll play rugby and take the hatred of my job on the opposing team. Either way, it’s to change it up in 2012.

           -Written by Marcus Boyd