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Wednesday, November 10, 2004

So the rugby-or-not debate was settled last night, by my right knee, which decided to quit about halfway through practice. The tackling drills over the past few weeks were not getting any easier - I literally could not get the leverage to push the guy with the tackle bag - and during last night's attempts (against a winger who weighed about 25 pounds LESS than me), I felt a slight twist, enough pain to serve as a warning that any more would put me back in the split I wore for a few days this past summer.

A pisser, as they say Down Under. But I gotta look at the bright side. One - better to have happened now, without injury, than during a game at full speed, which could have resulted in surgery. Two - more free time. Practices were stretching into the three hour mark - doing that two nights a week is draining - and the season schedule would have had me playing games every weekend from January through the end of March, with about a third of those being road games in Orange County, L.A., even Santa Barbara and San Luis Obispo. (That is a long time to get banged around - and again, risk of serious injury to that knee would've increased exponentially). Three - failed to mention that some good friends of ours, Chris and Marcy, moved back down to San Diego. Chris and I did some rock climbing back in the day (another factoid: I used to be an avid climber. Would go a few times a week in my heyday.) and last weekend we went to Solid Rock climbing gym, where to my pleasant amazement my harness and shoes still fit, and I did reasonably well. So I think I have the climbing bug again (caught myself reading the latest issue of "Climbing" at the Barnes and Noble the other day, looking at the latest gear), and with Beth home on Mondays and Fridays I'll get more chances to pursue my other favorite pastime, surfing.

So the moral of the story: I like playing rugby, but I realize that I don't LOVE it. And the guys on the Old Aztecs RFC, to a man, all love it - they eat, sleep, and breathe the sport. You have to have that commitment to play - it's just too demanding of a sport not to. The guys on the team would have no qualms about incurring permanent injury if the alternative was to give it up forever. Gotta be honest with myself. So I'll hang up the boots, watch the matches on Fox Sports World, and maybe play some touch games when the summer rolls around.

Bush has selected Alberto Gonzales to replace Ashcroft. Interesting choice; MSNBC quotes Charles Schumer as being very receptive. BUT..."Gonzales publicly defended the administration’s policy — essentially repudiated by the Supreme Court and now being fought out in the lower courts — of detaining certain terrorism suspects for extended periods without access to lawyers or courts....He also wrote a controversial February 2002 memo in which Bush claimed the right to waive anti-torture law and international treaties providing protections to prisoners of war. That position drew fire from human rights groups, which said it helped lead to the type of abuses uncovered in the Abu Ghraib prison scandal in Iraq. And he once was a partner in a Houston law firm that represented the scandal-ridden energy giant Enron."

An Attorney General that represented Enron. Sounds like a punchline, doesn't it? You know Ashcroft had to be bad if the pro-torture Enron lawyer is seen as an improvement! (All ego aside, I've had a couple of people tell me I should write for "The Daily Show". While I appreciate that - how frigging hard could that job be? Look at the material they have to work with!)

BTW - that funny George Bush's Journal Blog? Haven't been able to get on it for a couple of days. Think Ashcroft whacked the author?


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