Thanks for the advice. . .and the concern.
Also, I forgot to mention that I'd never played full contact rugby before. The rugby I played while in London was all touch--it gave me a good feel for the game but was definitely missing many of its aspects.
Lucky for me, Amberion, there were no representatives from the southern hemisphere this time around. In fact, I was surprised to see that the entire squad was composed of Americans, I had thought we'd have at least one non-North American who sparked the interest.
I didn't get hurt. Actually, we only had one minor injury as we were winding down, which actually was a good place to stop so we just called it a day. I did hear stories of injuries that have happened so far this year, and though nothing has been too serious (a knee to someone's head that knocked them out temporarily was the worst), it's on people's minds a little bit. Luckily, if someone goes down, we're all friends and would do whatever they needed right away--so it's a safe environment in that respect.
Secondly, I had an awesome time. We had 15 guys show up, and played a 7 on 8 match. This meant 3 person scrums and only one person taking the lineout. I was the biggest/tallest guy on my team, so I ended up in every scrum and taking every line out. That, mixed with the general running around and speed of the game, really wore me out (I'm kind of out of shape, too, unfortunately

). I think I did alright, though, and I even scored a try which was energizing.
The only pain I've had was that night and these past few days. My shoulders and neck are still sore from all those scrums/tackling. But
definitely worth the soreness. Next game I'll be able to play in is in two weeks. Unfortunately, we don't hit the pub after the game, but perhaps that can be arranged soon.
All in all, I'd definitely recommend getting in on Rugby if at all possible (and if you have some interest). It's like no other sport I've ever played.
Finally--Welch, those are good stories, and it's probably why I'll stop playing Rugby when I start to feel like my prime is passing me by (which will probably happen soon, I'm sure). No reason to crush a rib once I'm not an idiot and no longer feel like I'm invincible. . .