People have long debated who would win: the Rugby Dad, or the Soccer Mom. The fact that their natural habitats rarely overlap doesn't seem to bother the speculators though.
Only slightly disappointed it wasn't about dads in my home town of Rugby (the English, Midlands town where the game is reputed to have originated, William Webb-Ellis/Rugby School etc). Very funny as always though!
I'm a rugby fan who has never owned a pair of brown shoes because of my fear being stereotyped. I'm too poor to have worry about tweed or Barbour jackets.
Rugby Dads, living vicariously through their rugby sons, who will never match the egotistically inflated memories of an athleticism that never once saw a bench press.
He likes to feel superior by pointing out the (admittedly very true and funny) faults in various “harmless elements” but the elephant in the room just gets bigger and bigger after each video, at this point it’s embarrassingly obvious that he’s too much of a coward to address the “harmful” elements…
