Friday, September 9, 2011
All Blacks Please
It wasn't until 2008 during our Mapu Family Reunion. We setup a fundraiser held at the Tongan Friendly Islands Festival in Murry,Utah. And in between breaks. I was able to attend bits & pieces of partial games. Local teams proving themselves on the field. And because I was working so very hard at the food booth.lol Cottoncandy up to my neck :) hahaha I still didn't comprehend the buzz about this sport. It really didn't become a big deal to me til the following summer of 2009. During the same Festival we attended the summer before. In the company of a good friend. Kolo Funaki & sisterfamz Connie Faletea. This was when my rugby admiration & respect for the game. And these warrioring players grew. The guts it took to take slugs left & right. Then power through rain & heat to get a score up endless ground running over a massive field. Whether muddy from the rain or scorching hot sun & body heat. You could do nothing but give them props for their dedication. And that was the year I understood clearly. To a small degree what these players sacrificed to be a solid rugby player. Weaving a desire & courage to attend yearly events like these. And battle through a rugby season no matter the win or defeat that may come.