in the twilight of centuries past, i've witnessed many a soul forsake the mundane for pursuits above the ordinary, a requirement for those seeking to initiate afresh under the veiled moon. rugby, that elegant dance of power and strategy, has always intrigued those of us concealed by night, its veiled beginnings shrouded in the mystique of history, inviting us to admire the vigor of the living while reminiscing about the days when we, too, could bask in the thrill of the chase under the open sky.