By far the most fantastic thing in rugby is a situation which arises fairly often: somebody is in possession without a good pass to make, and a defender is about 5-10 yards away. I gather that offensively the only sensible thing to do is get as far up the field as possible before inevitably being brought down. In this situation, the offenseman will actually sprint straight into the defenseman, trying to knock him over. This must have happened at least fifteen times during the game, and nobody was injured because of it.
I was cheering for Ireland and Ireland won. Yay! I hope to watch more rugby games in the future, because I had a heck of a lot of fun.
Saturday night a few of us had a barbecue at NASA Ames, during which I met a lot of new people (and one self-professed martian). Lots of Google and NASA interns showed up. We played (or pretended to play) ultimate.
Sunday I watched two movies: X-Men 3 and Mission: Impossible 3. Both were full of action and devoid of meaning: exactly what I wanted!
In between, I bought a TV tuner for my laptop. Now I can skip work to watch Game 3 and onwards of the Stanley Cup Finals. (NBC only broadcasts game 3 onwards; before that, I'll have to stick with Internet radio.)