Warriors Wanted

I stand on the pitch, looking downfield. Fifteen grizzled men look back at me, squinting into the sun and slapping their chests rhythmically. Their captain calls to them. They respond with a war cry, thrusting their fists skyward. We charge in response. The sound of our feet is like the rumble of a thousand cavalrymen.Continue reading “Warriors Wanted”

Guys Night, Ruck Hike and Tiny Dinosaurs

Guys night. The rare and beautiful opportunity when my wife is out of the house and it is just me and the boys. Granted, it looks a bit different in my forties than it did in my twenties. The guys have been replaced by my sons, eight and three years old, and a night inContinue reading “Guys Night, Ruck Hike and Tiny Dinosaurs”