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Eric's Soccer

Erics soccer clubs send me more mail than anyone I know and most of the time it is anoying silly stuff. I would ignore them but if you do not reply they call the house and ask "Why haven't you replied to our mails?" To which I say "I was busy."

Here is a sample of 1 weeks worth of mails.

Man of the Match 
So the Tokyo Gaijin rugby football club, my team played the All France team. 

We went onto the field with a very lazy attitude and it showed in the literal ass whooping we received. 
We had not been beaten by All France ever since I had been on the team and I was pissed as I watched it happen in front of my eyes. 

We did play most of our 2nd and 3rd string players and allot of them are use to having other players on the field that they can count on to show them the way. It was weird for me to be on the field with so many guys who had either never played for the team or never played. That may have been the other reason for our down fall. 

The first half was over way to quick and at 1/2 time some one told me that I needed to come off the field. I was a little shocked cause, there were a lot more fatter guys who were sucking wind and not pulling their load. On the sideline I took off my head gear and jersey and prepared to help with water duty. 

Some forwards went down with injuries and need to be replaced. I went back on with out my head gear, but more fired up then I had been in recent weeks. I got in and got it on. I jumped in line outs and contested winning every ball back for us except one. I tackled and rucked with ferocity that I had not had in a long time, and generally was in the right place at the right time, most of the game. 

At one point I knocked some one out of bounds but was having trouble getting myself back up to my feet. Eric ran over with my head gear and handed it to me in a all excited voice like a 8 year old kid gets "Here Dad put this on it is good!" He helped me get it back on my head and helped me to me feet. I ran back out there and smashed on.  

I came up just short of a try two times and was the first to the ball carrier on most kickoffs. I was on fire but the rest of my time the team was lack luster. Which is sad. 

I love playing rugby but wont be able to play for a couple of months. It was good to go out with such a good game. 

At the end of it all I was awarded Man Of The Match by our team captain.  I made a little beratying but true speach and said "It is a sad day when I am the Tokyo Gaijin Man of the Match. You are all better than the preformance we put out today." 

At least that is what I meant to say. 

Link to the TGRFC match review.

Yuzawaya Closing 

We went to Yuzawaya the other day to pick up some model glue for Eric and I to do some projects with. 

I was wondering why it was so jam packed and where most of the stuff was... whole sections of merchandise had seemed to disappeared and been replaced with close out tables filled with purses and wallets. 

I liked Yuzawaya and will miss how convenient it was for getting hobby type stuff, but the building that houses Yuzawaya is pretty old so it would be a good idea to tear it down and put up another. 

This is my Private Line!

On the train last night I was sitting there and this REALLY drunk guy got on the train and started screaming his head off about some "Private Line" I was not sure if he meant the trian line was his private train line or he was talking about a private phone line that some one was talking on. Either way my Japanese listening is not really that great and he was not making any dam sense.

I remembered that I had my camera on me in my handy carrying case so I tried to get this clip of him acting foolish.  

It was pretty funny to see the Japanese way of dealing with a problem like that, ignore him and maybe he will get off soon.

That is what happen too. The part that I did not expect is when he did get off the old woman siting next to me started laughing. ALLOT and then 2 other people started laughing till finally everyone was having a lite chuckle, then the train started moving and it was back to the silence of a normal train ride.