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It is quite doubtful that you have the toughness, the grit, or the warrior mindset to appreciate a game of this quality and brutality. We would suggest that you stick to safer and more familiar territory — maybe a game with a stick and a ball, or one where they stop the clock every ten seconds so you can catch your breath, adjust your gloves, and check your hair.

Rugby doesn’t care about your feelings. It doesn’t offer timeouts for hydration breaks, it doesn’t hand out participation trophies, and it sure as hell doesn’t apologize when you get absolutely manhandled into the turf by a man twice your size who still calls you “mate” afterward. This is a game played by those who understand that pain is temporary, but glory and the respect of your brothers lasts forever.

At the heart of rugby, we believe that pandering to the soft, the weak, and the perpetually offended represents the height of tyranny. In 1823 a schoolboy named William Webb Ellis picked up a ball and ran with it — ignoring the rules, ignoring the safe path, and birthing a sport that has been openly challenging the timid ever since.

If you have the grit to tackle, aren’t scared to run with the ball, and don’t mind getting a little bloody while still fronting up for the next tackle… then you might just belong here. If you don’t like it… keep it to yourself. We don’t want to hear from any sniveling, sideline-sitting, water-bottle-clutching wimps. This game wasn’t made for you.

YOU’RE NOT WORTHY.

Now get on the pitch or stay home, continuing to tell all of your friends about the man you could have been.