Originally Posted by
rick boyd
Just call me old school. The rugby I remember and revere was played by real men. They got drunk without ever worrying about offending against team protocols and if they smuggled a sheila back to their rooms they got a round of applause. After hours they sprayed each other with the fire hose in the hallways, got falling-down drunk in seedy pubs and if they had a punch-up over a few beers, it was simply a case of shake hands and forget about it next morning. Any monkey business on the paddock was sorted out by the gorillas in the pack with a bit of biffo and no need for touch judges and citing commissioners to stick their pointy noses into it either. And after the game, have a beer together and sing a few dirty songs with gratuitous denigration of female genitalia, and no EEO legislation lurking around the corner.
Yes, I know, I'm living in the past. Well let me tell you, the past was not a bad place.
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And exactly what other professions in the corporate world abide by such stringent conditions? Most high fliers on big money are more likely to get plied with booze and hookers than treated like underage nuns.