"If you think back to the first sporting event you went to, you don't remember the score, you don't remember a home run, you don't remember a dunk. You remember who you were with. Were you with your mom, your dad, your brother, on a date?"
I've had the privilege of going to many baseball games at Yankee Stadium, but I'd never been to a professional rugby game. Two weekends ago, that changed for me.
NYU gave out some tickets to the rugby game for the Harlequins vs. Worcester, so I went with my friend Kat. Thankfully, it was a beautiful, sunny day in London (I swear, these are becoming more and more common) so the walk from the train station to the stadium wasn't bad at all. The weather was perfect as we entered and found our seats.
|via Kat's Instragram|
Now, I'm not really sure about any of the rules of rugby, but we watched some of the players practice, and it kind of looked like grown-men cheerleading. I couldn't tell you what moves they were practicing or why, but three guys lifted another into the air and he caught the rugby ball. It looked like something out of the movie "Fired Up."
|Thanks but no thanks|
Last Wednesday, NYU gave students tickets (gosh, isn't NYU great?) to go see the England vs. Denmark soccer game (football match) at Wembley Stadium. Again, I went with Kat and a few of my other friends to take a quick (3 hour) study break.
|Note the English flags made out |
of people in the stands
So, I can check "going to a rugby game" off my list, and add another experience to the stories I tell my soccer-obsessed cousins when I go home.