A 365 day journey of exploration for self-discovery that turned into a way of life.
Saturday, August 24, 2013
Day 104 - Attending a Professional Rugby Match
I have never
attended a Rugby game. In fact, I didn’t know much about how the sport was
played until I made my recent trip to Ireland. Shortly after arriving in
Ireland it became apparent Rugby is a big deal in Ireland much the same way
American football and Baseball are in the United States. Each day we have been
here I have heard and seen advertisements and interviews for Rugby routinely.
As such, I figured attempting to attend a game would be a good use of our time
on one of the days in our visit. Luckily, the weekend resting in the middle of
our trip happened to be the season opener for the professional Rugby league in
Ireland, which gave us the unique experience of seeing the first game of the
season for one of Ireland’s most beloved Rugby teams, Munster Rugby, as they
took on another national team, Gloucester Rugby. The experience would prove an
exciting and unforgettable way to spend the first day of the back half of our
trip to Ireland.
Pregame... The view of the stadium
This morning
we woke to cool temperatures and light rain that was expected to persist throughout
the day. While this may have been a deterrent to some wishing to attend a Rugby
match, Patrick and I agreed the rain provided a fuller, more authentic
experience. After stopping in a small town for our first ever full Irish
breakfast, Patrick and I headed back north to Limerick for the Rugby match. We
were lucky enough to arrive shortly after the gates opened, which gave us a
great opportunity to find seats in the terrace at centerfield very near the
front row. While the pictures and video of the event may lead many to believe
there was a small crowd in attendance, I assure you the stands behind us
quickly became packed to the brim with people despite the cold, rainy weather.
While I’m still not sure why only half of the stands were open for the game (I
think it may have been because it was the season opener where games don’t have
a great impact on the season), the crowd the stacked on our side of the stadium
was full throated in their support of the team and the sport. Men and women
bellowed calls of support and opposition for the teams and flung more than
their fair share of insults at the referees. Needless to say, the action in the
stands was as ruckus as the action on the field.
Warmups
On that
point, Patrick and I watched the first half of the Rugby game with some
reservation. As two Americans still trying to get a feel for the game, we
analyzed the action closely and did best to keep track of the rules. At first
those efforts caused us to restrain ourselves in the midst of the action, but
we eventually found ourselves cheering and hissing along with the crowd midway
through the first half of play. In fact, that turning point came when Patrick
and I observed a Munster player get injured in a takedown, rise to his feet
after receiving medical attention while the game continued around him, hobble
down to his team, and push himself down field to score a try in the next five
minutes of the match. We couldn’t help but cheer at the unbelievable strength
and resilience displayed by the player and his teammates. The players were beyond
tough, and they were playing their hearts out to win a game that meant very
little to the rest of their season.
Taking the field
Kickoff!
Success off of a lineup
Scrumming!
By the end
of the first half Patrick and I roared to life with the crowd around us. Although
we were soaking wet and chilled to the bone, we were having a blast watching
one of the most physical games I have ever witnessed. A few minutes later the
second half of the match began, and the players hit the field with the same
energy and force as the first half. Early on Gloucester showed strength,
closing Munster’s slim lead with a sudden, unexpected score following a Munster
error. With the score close, the crowd became more involved in the action,
which engaged me more. I stayed glued to the action on the field as play
continued and Munster tore back on the offensive end of the field. Eventually,
their efforts paid off as the ball stayed in Munster control for the majority
of the second half of the match, leaving Gloucester with little room to claim
the lead. The consistent state of defense wore on Gloucester until their ranks
eventually broke and permitted Munster to score several more times. While
Munster did eventually give Gloucester a chance to score tries several more
times in the remaining portion of the match, the score was never close again,
and Munster ultimately clinched victory with a final score of 27 to 17.
The lift on a lineup!
A pileup!
Midfield action
With the
game finished, Patrick and I shuffled out of the stadium with the rest of the
crowd. Although the rain had reduced to a fine mist, the chilling effect of the
gloomy weather became obvious as the excitement of the game wore off. After
making the trip back to our hotel in Blarney, Patrick and I were quick to call
it a night in preparation for tomorrow’s plans. While the weather left something
to be desired, I’m glad we decided to make attending a professional Rugby game
a part of our trip. The experience was unlike any I have had attending a sports
event in the past, and the crowd provided a unique perspective on Irish passion
that we hadn’t seen up to this point in our trip. Considering we walked into
tonight’s game with little understanding of Rugby and left as members of the
crowd, I would say today’s “I have never...” event was a success. I now
understand the game of Rugby much more than I did before, and I found a sport
that I can get into. Now, I don’t mean to say I would ever give Rugby a try
(well, maybe I would...), but I would definitely attend another match if
presented the opportunity... Especially if I ever find myself in Ireland again.
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