XII | Rocky Balboa
03/05/23 Do you ever sit back sometimes and think - why? That's been me for the last four months now. I should be the fittest and strongest I've ever been. Instead, I can hardly walk 100 metres and I'm the skinniest and lankiest I've been since I was a teenager. I should have played in the Devon Cup Rugby Final alongside my new brotherhood and enjoyed winning silverware. Instead, I was at home in bed while the lads deservingly enjoyed a championship victory followed by celebrations. I should be seeing more of what's out here on this side of the world. Instead, I've been looking at the same old walls. I can keep bitching and moaning about this all day, but that won't change anything. I know I'll come right soon from this head injury, bloody hope so anyway. The biggest thing that's been on my mind since I took another hit to the head is - will I be able to play rugby again? Or any contact sport for that matter? The uncertainty around it scares me. I...