Sports seldom come high on the agenda when planning a weekend, particularly when it involves activities other than tennis or football. However, the rugby Six Nations began this weekend just past and it was on Friday that I enjoyed my first-ever televised rugby game. That is not to say I have never darted through a room or stumbled about a bar that might have been screening a game in the past, but I have never made a conscious effort to sit down and watch it. It seems, from my experience this weekend, that I may very well have been missing out on something special.
As violent as it was delightful, the opening game between Wales and England was a tremendously entertaining battle that saw two devastatingly talented teams ruck it out over the course of eighty minutes. My sisters, who are both avid Rugby Union fans, leant a hand in providing an outline of the rules as the players darted back and forth across the field in a brutal ballet that was quite possibly one of the most exhilarating sporting events I have ever seen.
It will not be as easy to catch the rest of the games in Poland unless I manage to find a sports bar over the course of the next couple of weeks, but the chance of them screening rugby over football in Wroclaw is pretty slim. Regardless, I shall be on the prowl in an attempt to pursue my new favourite sport and encourage others to do likewise.