Spencer Hall, the lunatic genius behind the mighty infamous college football blog Every Day Should Be Saturday, has this ongoing series called The Amateur, where he puts his less-than-athletic self through the rigors of different athletic contests. He’s given Parkour and MMA a go. He tried curling during the Winter Olympics. He grew a porn ‘stache and drove six laps around Talladega. Clearly, this is a man with stones big enough to laugh in the face of his own potential humiliation. I sometimes wish I shared this trait.

His latest challenge? Rugby sevens. How he still had enough working fingers to type afterward remains a mystery.

We trot up and down the field, passing the ball back and forth. The one thing about rugby that isn’t intimidating is the ball: oval, nubbly to the touch, it has the feel of a perfectly engineered ball for its sport, almost begging to be carried. If an American football is a squirrely piece of leather begging to be fumbled, a rugby ball is a good-tempered snuggler, easy to kick, pass, or carry without fumbling.

Chris is taking pictures and video. “Man this looks like fun.”

“Wait until he lights me up on a tackle. You might change your mind.”

Avery grins and nods. “Oh, that’ll happen.”

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