If the field in Port Colborne had been any wetter we would have needed a submarine. Running (after a fashion) across swamp is exhausting. Playing second row on a day when there were, inevitably, a zillion handling errors and a zillion scrums is even more exhausting. I feel like someone has randomly rearranged the components of my upper body including doing some frighteningly creative things with my rib cage. I think I'm just too numb to realise how much my legs are going to hurt tomorrow.