Going to See Rugby with My Uncle

I remember the first time I went to see a rugby game. I was around 13 years old and my uncle picked me up for a game. He had picked up a pair of rugby tickets from a buddy of his. My father had just passed away and my mother thought it might be good idea for me to get out of the house and see some men do something really manly. My uncle decided nothing was more manly than rugby.

So there I was, sitting in my uncle's small car on my way to the stadium. He mumbled something about wanting to stop by the pub on the way to the game, but we were running late. I think he was probably an alcoholic back then. Suddenly, the car blew a tire and we skidded off the road into a side ditch. My uncle was cursing up and down.

After getting out, we took the next half hour to change the tire and get back on the road. We finished up and got back in the car. I glanced at the rugby tickets that were sitting in a cup holder and noticed that we had the completely wrong date. The game wasn't until next week. When I mentioned this to him, he suddenly slammed on the brakes, put his head down and remained silent.

We turned around and he dropped me off. I spent the rest of the week looking forward to the unbelievable rugby match up. I talked with all my friends and they were thoroughly jealous. Too bad my uncle was a little short. The next week, he picked me up again and we headed off to the stadium. We ended up not talking again for a little while. Then he mentioned how sorry he was about my father. I guess that was what was bugging him.

When we got to the stadium, we had the time of our lives. I'll never forget my first experience seeing a rugby game as one of great sports directory.