Pitch Perfect

Paying tribute to 7,208 square meters of progress, power, and pride.

“You know, I used to play rugby,” I muttered into warm leather, most of it slick with my sweat.

“Oh? I can see that,” came the reply, soon punctuated by the snap of a belt held taut beneath my chin and laid across both cheeks.

“Wiggle your toes.” Pop! There was a residual crackling as my head settled back on the…