Now my apologies for those who are not fans of the oval ball game, but this week, I wanted to talk about what drew me to the game in the first place.
After all, if it was not for rugby, I doubt I would have been a joint best man on the Dublin stag do in 2012 - where I first met my future wife - because I used to play rugby with the two chaps I was with.
Added to this, my amazing wife went to university in Twickenham - the home of rugby - so what better signs of the universe pushing us together are there then that?
I also believe over the years rugby has brought myself, my father and brother closer together, because we have got to enjoy many a game together - whether live in person at a stadium, or just simply watching on television together.
In fact, the first match I ever attended with my dad and brother did not end well.
Growing up in Leicester, the three of us would often frequent the famous Welford Road terraces to watch our beloved Tigers.
However, not having a clue what I was letting myself in for, I took with me my favourite "Beano" comic - to keep myself entertained - but in the rush at the end to get out of the ground, I dropped it - losing it forever.
The reason for the trip down memory lane, is to show you my strong bond or connection with rugby.
I have been a sports journalist for close to 15 years - first starting in the Stoke City media department, before gaining my journalism qualifications at De Montfort University, Leicester.
I got my first steps on the newspaper ladder at four weekly papers in south Birmingham, before graduating to The Citizen and Echo daily newspapers in Cheltenham.
During my nine years in Gloucestershire, I have had the privilege of attending three World Cups in New Zealand in 2011, England 2015 and finally the Junior World Cup last year, in England.
I also got to enjoy my own weekly rugby column, but recently the industry has faced huge challenges.
Therefore, I decided to take voluntary redundancy and leave.
I don't think I have to tell you how petrifying a decision this was.
Suddenly thrown into unemployment and losing the role - which often felt like "defined" me. Amy and I spent hours talking about what would be best.
We thought through every scenario, and in the end the stress of fighting for the job and proving myself worthy through "skills matrixes" and interviews was just too much stress.
I feel it is the right decision, but it doesn't mean I'm not absolutely devastated.
During my time in Gloucestershire, I have worked with four editors, five sports editors and five Gloucester reporters - showing you how much the industry can change.
I also barely know anyone in the newsroom I used to call home, anymore.
I like to think this is not the end of my journalist career - just a break - a chance to give back to Headway or meet more people with brain injuries.
Amy and I do have some really exciting things coming up and we will always have each other so the future is, and always will be, bright.