This may be my first ever rugby post, but this guy deserves some attention. First, he waylays a guy like nobody's business, and then makes the greatest "Who? Me?" defense in the history of ever. Then a teammate of the fallen soldier comes running in only to go down like he was hit by Chuck Liddel. Edit: An astute fake talk show host just pointed out that this wasn't rugby. My double fake bad. And I can't help but remember my first encounter with a rugby guy. Me and buddy were over at some girls' apartment in college when their upstairs neighbors (guys) drop by to visit with the girls. We tried to chit-chat but somehow one of the guys worked into the conversation very quickly that he played rugby. "Yeah, it's a pretty tough sport. You've got to be in shape," he said. Ooooooh. Stand back. But then he followed it up with this gem: "We lift weights quite a bit in the apartment. I hope we're not making too much noise." I can still remember my friend and I exchanging the most not-so-subtle glances at one another as we both thought the same thing. That's that been many, many years ago.