the rugby game

its a friday night at byu. nothing going on except for tentative plans for international cinema. suddenly, my roommate and i get the inspiration to call in an order for cafe rio. truly an inspired thought. she gets a bean, rice and cheese burrito due to her vegetarianism. i order the pork barbacoa quesadilla with lettuce, sour cream, and quacamole. we pick it up at the designated time, and bring it back to the house. we pop in a prairie home companion and begin the evening.

then, i get a phone call from a friend who asks me if i so desire to go to the rugby game. and i do, so she and her friend pick me up and we head to the field. now, everyone needs to understand a little about the game of rugby... the goal of the game is to see who can be wearing the shortest shorts on the field. none of the cal poly players seemed to understand this. they were all wearing normal length shorts. but, the byu players... they seemed to take this rule to the nth degree. i felt like i was watching a women's volleyball game. these shorts were, quite literally, booty shorts. i felt like i was being exposed. and i played water polo. i saw more than is necessary for any person, at any time. these men were running around, tackling each other, and making noises someone might make while attempting to lay and egg. it was wholly entertaining. my friends and i gave the award of shortest shorts to number four. congratulations. whoever you are. you win. please boast as much as possible. please.