Be careful though... some gear, once it tastes blood... can't get enough.
Hmm, a scope called Christine?
"Give blood... play Rugby."
Nah, bone marrow donors, leaking out from the shattered ends. The number of people I've seen go off with broken collarbones...
I've had all kinds of bloodthirsty gear over the years; had a Peavey rack amp I worked with that laid me open three different times in different ways, had a 6" rat-tail Makita I named Scar due to a huge gash across its back from a clip angle but otherwise identical to 4 others in the shop, that I SWEAR was possessed; took its "pound of flesh" every time I picked it up. I threw it in the dumpster when it almost took my thumb.
My first Mustang was an utter clawing, scratching, biting little bitch; cut me to ribbons several times between floorpans, balanced and blueprinted 302, and rebuilding the trunk, but I was entirely too smitten by that hot little filly to mind a few pints of lost dwagon juice.
I named her
Charlene because she was an absolutely unrepentant predator.
Yeah, the busted collarbone thing DOES seem to be a "thing" with Rugby. Walk it off, you wuss.
But I DO enjoy those few games. Win, lose or suck... a Steelers fan for life.
mnem
and a good thing too........since they never brought professional ice hockey to Pittsburgh.
If you're trying to get a rise outta me, doubtful.
The Pens could have been a completely different team if they hadn't traded away Larouche; a few years later Larouche/Lemiuex SHOULD have been an earth-shattering teamup, and if he'd had some backup instead of pretty much carrying the team for two years due to REALLY stupid management, Lemiuex probably wouldn't have gotten his back blown out and would've remained a prime player in his prime throughout the '80s, instead of amazing but on and off again until the 00s.
But that's ALL ancient history and "Coulda, Shoulda, Woulda..."
mnem
"Blood is the fuel of America." ~ grand-dad