Steve had Alex signed up to play long before we arrived in London (and indeed, chose our location in part based on proximity to the rugby fields), but Duncan somehow managed to weasel his way out of playing (he did not want to get tackled, a feeling I can relate to). Well... after several weeks of us watching the younger kids play, we finally put our foot (cleats?) down, and, over his most strenuous protests, signed Duncan up for the under 11 rugby group. So... sundays now involve the entire family hanging out at the Rugby Grounds.
Despite Duncan's initial reluctance, i can now say that the sunday rugby hours are very pleasant ones. Duncan played on one field, and Alex on another, so Steve and I just kept swapping places, so we could take turns watching both kids practice/play. I could feel myself smiling througout... as Arta pointed out to me, the team colours are a bit reminiscent of Where's Waldo! Still... it is really cute! (oops... i mean, "it is really manly!")
Alex, on the other hand, came home right after the game. He was complaining last night that his stomach felt terrible, but he still got up this morning to go play the game. As far as I can tell, he has a major case of food poisoning. He did make it home before throwing up. He is now sleeping on the couch, but i don't think he will be moving much for the next day or so. He didn't think he played his best game ever, but, ... frankly... given that he was working not to vomit during the whole game, he was awesome! :-) Talk about commitment to the game!