Writing For Sweat Magazine

Like I stated in my previous blog, I am writing this interesting article on a gay rugby club called the Muddy York. Previous to being assigned to write this article, I knew nothing about the sport. Now I have grown to love the game that describes itself as a bunch of hooligans chasing a ball.

After watching a few rugby games I have learned that this is one of the only sports that have the mentality of what happens on the field, stays on the field. And it is very true. For eighty minutes these "hooligans" go out and practically beat each other up, call each other names, taunt them with dances when they score, but after the eighty minutes they all shake hands and go out for beers.

I was a sports reporter last year for the et cetera, reporting on men's basketball and men's soccer and never did I see this type of comraderie nor did I see the arrogance that at times come out athletes. The rugby players unlike most athletes I have come across were true gentlemen.

The welcomes a woman reporter and were more than willing to answer nay of my questions. They apologized beforehand that the songs they might sing may be offensive to women.

Unlike any other sport I have seen, rugby held a true sense of brotherhood. They dove in front of opposing teams to protect their family of players, they hugged and they even stripped on their bus ride home.

It was nice and refreshing to see that sportsman like conduct still does exist.