by Jeff Keithly
“Open side, you say.” I said, and suddenly, just a pixel at a time, some of the old color crept back into the world. “I’ve always played blind-side.”
“That’s my position,” he grinned. “But we’d have a hell of a pack, with you on the other side. Graeme, the hooker, used to play for Wasps, and Tynan was a second-row at Bath in the ‘90s. Anyway, think about it – we practice Tuesdays and Thursdays in Spitalfields. Whitechapel Road – ya can’t miss it.” And with a nod, he returned to his music.
The London Celtic. It had a comfortable ring to it. Then I thought of Jane, wherever she was, and drank a silent toast. And then I turned to go. On. To go on. And knew Mick Ryan had just saved me, once again.
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ABOUT THE AUTHOR
About the Author
For more than 20 years, Jeff Keithly toured the world as a member of the Portland Pigs Rugby Club and, later, the Portland Old Boars. His love for the game of rugby, and the globe-spanning friendships acquired during decades of rugby touring, inspired him to write Loose Head.
Mr. Keithly is a full-time technical communications expert and travel writer whose work has taken him to Europe, Australia, Tasmania and the Tahitian islands of Bora Bora and Le Taha’a. He is married, with two daughters and a stepson. A native of the Pacific Northwest, he has forsaken their gloomy and inclement forests for the tropical island of Maui.
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