The rugby gods have blessed us. Saturday at 10am we’re looking at a perfect day for touch–60 degrees, an easy breeze, and rain-softened ground that won’t strain the knees (see what I did there). That’s right, you can hold off on the farmers tan for at least another week before the blistering weather arrives (although, it’s 90 degrees today…). Let me know if you’re in, or if you have lesser matters to attend to. If you can bust a rhyme in your response, that’d obviously be ideal.