this American guy, at two different inns, one, the famous Buckhorn Exchange in Denver, and the other time in a rugby venue pub called the Bottom Line in Washington , D.C.
This guy purported that he knew everything about USA rugby and both times came at me with the ‘sleeping giant’ business.
On both occasions I told this full-of-himself Eagle maniac to p*** off as I wasn’t interested in that same old business once again.
Knowing that I do know what I am talking about and knowing he knows fuckall about rugby, I brushed him aside with some contempt, even denying him a seat at the lonely rugger’s table and, worst and silly, not buying him anything more to drink.
Both of the incidents were a bit odd because this guy was rip roaring drunk and , very Americanesque, blowing loudly on an instrument that is accustomed to producing beautiful lyrical music but , in his case, simply hot air.
I was rather lonely that last time and began to think what this miscreant had been babbling about. What I did then was a bit odd too, In fact, it freaked me out.
I had an urge that maybe this over- zealot American rugby fanatic might have accidentally stumbled upon something.
This guy had been so vociferous that it couldn’t be helped to overhear some of these ramblings and rumblings.
I checked this guy out and, by Jove, this guy might really have awakened the sleeping giant.
I must excuse myself once agin as I am going into the men’s fashion business involving rugby and I have the artist on the phone.
To make it short, the Americans, upon investigation, two things going for them bigtime. Thew first is a new coach.
The second is a profoundly integrated side, a nice mixture, but one of many professional, more than I had dreamed, and a touch of collegiate and senior players. I think that this guy does indeed have a sleeping giant to be awakened
