I don’t know what I was thinking.

Watching the men’s rugby game today, I realized that it’s probably for the best that I can’t join the women’s team.

Within 10 minutes, people were injured, bodies were flying and everything was just in chaos. Only that’s how the sport is supposed to be played.

“Why are they attacking each other?” I asked my friend.

“Someone throws the ball down there, and they wrestle for it,” she said.

Oh. Of course.

The women’s team was watching the game while practicing for theirs, and looking at them I was reassured again that I shouldn’t do it. All of them were far tougher than me, and the ones around my size still looked like they could beat me up. They also braided their hair and I don’t like mine in a single braid.

Trying to not get trampled on the way out, I left the match with a better understanding of the sport. I still have no idea what was going on or how they keep score, but I understand that I am not made for it.

Though I still want to try.