Mamacita says:  When I was in college, I used to go to rugby games more because I loved the man who always said “God bless you, referee, you are badly in need of glasses” every time he disagreed with a calling, or whatever the proper name for a ref’s whistle-decree is, than for love of the game. Because there was no love of the game, just love for that gentle old guy and maybe for a player. Maybe. Also, we had to stand to watch because there were no seats because the was no stadium. Or seats. Not for rugby. But it had the half-blind refs we loved so much because we loved that guy, and after-game parties, which I will not tell you about because I’m too genteel.

Now.