egg chasing

the sun seems to have its hat on today, which can only be a good thing. the weather in scotland is an unpredictable beast at best, so like the lottery, it's always good when the top prize comes up. it's also the second last weekend of what has been one of the best six nations in living memory, which is also a good thing.

my first visit to a rugby match came many years after my first football match, but i remember more vividly and with more affection. 1991. my dad gets two tickets for the world cup quarter final to see scotland versus western samoa. this was before the stadium was developed into what it is now. the stadium seemed to be bursting at the seams with fans. the seats were still wooden (bloody hard i seem to recall! a foam cushion was procured at half time!), and the old clock which is just beside the stadium, was still in the middle of one of the old stands. pathetically i don't remember much about the play that day, but retrospect i think i was probably awed about the whole new atmosphere i was experiencing. it was electric, and i've experienced nothing like it in the many times i've been back to murrayfield since.

since then, rugby has slowly taken over from football as "the greatest sport in the world- ever!!!". i've always enjoyed the fact that the best games are almost mystical encounters, and that there's nothing in the way of the hatred (certainly in my experience anyway) that comes hand in glove with football at times. if only they would sing more at games....