We watched the game at a pub downtown because everyone told us that we had to be in the city centre for the game which was the best advice anyone could have given us. The all claimed that there would be electricity in the air that night from all of the excitement which is a statement that I would typically brush off as an exaggeration, but in this case it was completely true. People were literally lining the streets decked out in bright red welsh garb, scarves, dragon head hats, face paints (
like the lovely Christine and Brynne got), and rugby jerseys abounded. These nice young lads were strumming along in the streets a song about crushing the english or crying or something. Literally every where we tried to get into was packed with people crowding outside the pub doors just to get in for a pint and a television set...we eventually managed to scramble (literally scramble, think mosh pit but more rowdy brits than 24s) into a pub called Owain Glyndwr (a welsh hero, of course) where had a couple of pints poured and watched the game.I was pleasantly surprised at how exciting rugby is and although hockey will always be my first love...I think rugby is now pulling a close second. I also loved the fact that brittish sports shows don't have 50 bajillion commercials so the games move a heck of a lot faster...I also have to admit that I loved watching people like James Hook (Wales) and Jonny Wilkinson (England) who Lauren and I deemed to be male models on the field.
Overall I was thoroughly content with my first Welsh rugby encounter, though sadly the English defeated the Welsh team 26-19.
Now I'm totally stoked for the rugby game that the study group is going to go see with our group funds! Heck I might even try playing the game myself...or maybe not.
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