I've written about me looking forward to playing soccer again. To think that there are probably 5.833028 million soccer teams in this country, I could just easily waltz my ass into any one of them right?

Wrong.

But I got quite a firm proposition yesterday, to play rugby of all things!

There's this team called Wolfpackz.

You see the irony here?

Goat. Wolf pack. Goat. Wolf pack. Goat. Wolf freaking pack.

It's madness but it's tough being a fighter without a cause, like an aimless ronin. At this point, I might even consider synchronized swimming.

So I'm keeping my options open, even if it means me getting myself mauled, shattered into pieces, trampled on and dragged by the hair in rugby.

Looks like Qurban might come early this season. Beh-eh-ek.