my ruffian
the weekend was spent accompanying ammar to a rugby tournament. quite frankly, i’ve just recently learnt of his love for this game after we’re already well into our marriage. it’s a rough sport with equally hard to understand rules and game-terms like maul and scrum and others that sounded equally horrific. and it doesn’t help that i had to sit all day (baked!) under the scorching hot sun watching ammar push and shove and getting pushed and shoved back *shivers*. but as my husband likes to quote, “it’s a ruffian’s game played by gentlemen.”
in the end, it was all worth it especially since it’s my first time seeing ammar sweating it all out on the field and discovering a little more,um rough side of him. truly refreshing. :)
