The Greatest Joy in life...

When asked by a Mongol General what the greatest joy in life is, Conan replied,"To crush your enemies, see them driven before you, and to hear the lamentation of their women." 

This Saturday, I won't be invading, pillaging, or plundering.  I will be rucking, mauling, scrumming, and generally smashing the crap out of people.  That's right folks, we're talking about EFFING RUGBY!  I concur with Conan on a basic level.  There is a great amount of elation derived from physically dominating the opposition, to see the fear in their eyes when we lock gazes before the crash. 

There's something magical about the sport, to me anyways.  The way an offensive line spear heads and crushes through the flat defensive line is the closest thing to the Phalanx in our world's culture.  One on one tests of strength support the over all victory as a unit, a team.  There's no trash talking during press conferences, there's no loud mouthed super stars, no endzone dances.  Just sport in the purest sense of the word.

Some clubs even start their matches with tribal war dances to challenging their opponents, like the All Blacks.

Saturday, I hope to experience the joy of crushing my enemies, seeing them driven before me, and hearing the lamentation of their women.  The main difference being that after the crushing, driving, and lamenting, we'll all go out and get shit faced while laughing about it.  I love this sport.