Caiplie House Goings On

Can these guys really be bedfellows? Not sure if I see them as friends really but maybe it could work?

One of the classic statements I hear when people arrive at Caiplie House is ” I don’t think we took the fast road”. Well there is no fast road! I guess that is part of the charm, however the downside is waiting for late arrivals. A good time from the Forth Bridge to Crail is 55 mins but for those that don’t know the road or have trouble with signs and road maps 90mins is not unheard of.

On Tuesday night we had a couple of guys who started calling at 1930hrs from Lochgelly (good trip 47mins) It became apparent they had no map no directions and no clue. My promptings using points of the compass were quickly rejected.
Their only technique seemed to be to drive in random directions for twenty minutes and call us to tell us where they were. What with language difficulties and phone reception these two guys visitited Leven twice (2030hrs and 2130hrs) and also Lethan for good measure (2000hrs) From phone call number three I was actually giving the directions to the Travel Lodge at Glenrothes but seemingly driving past it three times they failed to stop and check in!!

At 2300hrs after 90mins silence (a good trip to Leith) I called to enquire as to their location.

“Just checking in to a hotel in Upper Lardo” came the reply

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I was trying to avoid using this blog for ranting on about personal crusades or issues.I was certainly trying to avoid debating religion, politics or football but here goes a political footbal rant:

I am very passionate about sport, I love watching and taking part although the taking part is becoming less and less of the contact variety!  Some of you may say I always played a pretty low contact form of rugby…thanks! 

In my dreams as a boy I played for Scotland at football and rugby, OK in my dreams I play for Scotland at football and rugby. So many of us have those dreams and the closest we get is getting emotional at Flower of Scotland in the East stand and going through the bitter sweet rollercoaster that is watching Scotland, Beating France-getting beaten by Macedonia. Beating England getting beaten by Italy.

What is it like to be out there in the blue strip? How good must that feel? Or maybe coming up through representative and age groups sides it feels like a natural progression. I hope not, I hope at 100 caps you still get butterflies and feel the responsibility of representing your nation!

So how could anybody turn the opportunity to represent your national side down? How can players at 30 years old decide to retire from the national side? If you are lucky you will have 4-5 years more left, in exceptional cases eight, hats off  to Davie Weir. Is the fact that you miss a few more games per season really going to lengthen your club carreer by one more season? Would you want it to? Do you need it to?