We love rugby in this house. Ok, I'll admit it's a bit of a cultural stereotype, what with us both being Welsh and all, but you know what? Rugby is an awesome game. So much better than football. More exciting.
Since Jamie and I both support Welsh clubs (the Ospreys for Jamie, the Scarlets for me), we don't often get a chance to see our teams in action. Even less so the international team. It's a four hour round trip to Cardiff from here, even longer to get to Swansea or Llanelli. So we have to take our opportunities where we find them. We've made it a Christmas tradition to drive home for the traditional Boxing Day showdown between our teams, although I am getting thoroughly depressed with watching my team lose to his every year!
Occasionally, we get a chance to see our teams play closer to us. The only chance to see them play against English opposition is in the Heineken cup, and we've been quite lucky with the pool draws over the last few seasons; for most of the last five seasons, one of our two teams has been drawn in the same pool as London Irish, who are based here in Reading. So we try and go along to those games too, even though the Madjeski stadium hates me and tried to eat me once (I got my foot stuck in the turnstile, and fell flat on my face in front of hundreds of Ospreys and London Irish fans. So embarrassing!).
The first time we went to see a game in Reading, I got on TV! Hopefully this video will embed properly. The Scarlets had just scored a try and kicked the conversion: