Far away in time I was a rugby prop. Now that time has passed hairs are getting grayed, belly is larger and rounder, muscles are gone… but, although a little bit tired of many things, the spirit is here.
In an effort to continue pushing the scrum of life, I will devote some time to my thoughts here…. And excuse my English, please!
I wasn’t sure about the title but now having read the explanation I can say welcome. Those of us who were up front know the entire game collapses without the props.
Bandobras… Thanks and welcome to my space you too!