To paraphrase the eventually late Bobby Brown, every little step we take gets us closer to our goal. Four days of shooting last week that left many exhausted but exhilarated and ready to come back for more. I am feeling the effects not mentally but physically. Due to some unforeseen absences, I was forced to "act' as a rugby player last weekend. Before I forget, eternal gratitude to the Towson Women's Rugby Club and Rocky Gorge Rugby. Also, Stefan Hankin, president of PAC Rugby, will be eating and drinking for free the next few times I see him.  My neck is still tweaked, and my knees feel like --- well feel free to insert your must descriptive adjective followed by a curse word or two.

The adrenaline and the Advil always make me forget about the pain while I am playing, but two hours later I'm walking around like Fred Sanford after too many glasses of Ripple. The day began in disastrous fashion, as far less than half of the rugby players/actors who had committed to show up decided to sleep in instead. After running my mouth about how spectacular the turnout would be, I felt like a bit of knucklehead. But thanks to some inventive thinking by Sean, our Director of Photography, creative play design by man Commando and beautiful performances by three delightful young ladies, the day sailed on like that cheesy song sang so long ago by an afro wearing man named Lionel Richie.