I played hooker. Hated using a scrumcap (too freaking hot and the minimal protection it offered wasn’t worth it to me). I’d tape my ears every game, but I produce an inhuman amount of sweat and that shit would slide off at roughly the third scrum.

I’ve seen this in person numerous times while playing and refereeing rugby. Most of the time, they pop it back in, tape it up, and pat the player on the ass before sending him (or her) back into the game.

+1 from the Goal Umpire

If you’ve not seen it . . .

I’m personally a proper black licorice guy (especially the salty dutch varieties), but whenever I hear Red Vines this comes to mind:

I don’t really like Styx, but this album was the tits back in middle school. Laser etched disc, too.

I don’t really like Styx, but this album was the tits back in middle school. Laser etched disc, too.

+1 Norwegian Blue.

Straight Red Card in rugby from me. Given the violence of the collision, this is most likely a mid-range offense, which per the World Rugby guidelines carries a 6 week ban (subject to mitigation). Depending on the severity of the injury, it could even warrant consideration as a top end offense with a 10+ week…

And that, children, is why grabbing pussy without consent is a bad idea.

I know a couple of Canadians - brothers, in fact - who got a free two-four thanks to a mouse.

I was refereeing a rugby 7s tournament last summer when a guy had a teammate fall across his shin right as he planted his foot. No joke, the guy’s lower leg bent nearly a full 90 degrees then snapped back into place. Players on the sideline heard the pop. Full tibia and fibula fracture requiring surgery. The…

“Mr. Koh is quoted as saying, ‘the passenger alighted . . .’”

Call me crazy, but this gem from a couple hours north of NYC has been strong in my rotation. 90 proof and dangerously smooth. Can be had for under $40 a bottle.

1986. Astroworld in Houston, Texas. Black Celebration tour (Book of Love opening). Amazeballs.

I was in a breakfast meeting at Cucina in 200 Park on 9/11. We were told to evacuate (without paying the bill), but that it was just a drill. My office was across the street at 425 Lexington and I saw both buildings burning as I crossed from Grad Central, then watched the towers collapse from one of the corner…

I’m pretty much the whitest of white people, and even I cringed when I read the headline.

Badum-piss, more like.

Whatever happened to separation of Church and Home Plate?

Off the back . . .