Day 7 in Bogota was a big one.  Game day actually started the night before after we had beaten Argentina, when one more game of rugby was the only thing left between the Zonal championship and us.  The familiar nervous excitement, as if all the energy we had expended over the summer preparing for this game was held in some bodily reservoir and was desperately seeking release.  I manage to suppress the bubbling excitement fairly well but often catch myself with an out of place grin, the thought of beating the Canadians again always produces an inordinate amount of joy.  I was wide awake as s Read more >> about Finals