In grade school, we played a game called “Jungle Ball.”
About 20 of us, probably — the fourth-grade boys and a few younger kids we knew we could take — would line up on a soccer field at recess. Playing 10 a side, we’d try to shirk tackles and elbows to stuff a deflated soccer ball through the opening at the top of each soccer goal.
After a few weeks, the game was cancelled when teachers found one of us with a river of blood caked on our St. Therese Academy white golf shirts.
Rugby sevens reminds me a lot of that. And I’m hooked.
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