“If I knew my rugby a bit better,” writes Post blogger Michael Conniff, “I would have know what was going to happen next: a great brawl at the far end of Wagner Park as the Gentlemen tried to force it for a touch and a kick that would have won the game…. At the Mountain Chalet about an hour later I saw ruggers from Australia filling the hot tub like whales that never saw a beach they didn’t like. One bald guy came in with a huge bandage on his head. Another limped in with a bandage on his leg. They were all limping around town like they had forgotten how to walk. What’s not to like about these guys?”