Masters
Morris Masters: Eli’s Manning the Pitch
In the shadow of the venerable olde Yale Bowl, just a Misty Mountain Hop, skip and a jump down I-91 from the Meriden YMCA camp, the Greys would host the opening palooza of the Fall 2018 season. A decent number of Masters signed up to battle the I-95 traffic to New Haven, but after Wankers…
Read MoreMorris Masters May 12, 2018: CT Grey #20 A Lot; Motley Less
By William Wilt wmwilt@gmail.com Ruggers from all over the world gathered to celebrate the date on which Mrs. O’Herlihy dramatically improved the trajectory of Morris’ own Cal O’Herlihy’s life by promising to be with him through the best and worst of times. The latter was exemplified by the performance of the Motley crew with which…
Read MoreLet’s Go Ran-gers!!
NO!! For you troglodytes that are fans of a certain NHL team on the wrong side of the Hudson, I am NOT referring to them. FIE!! A pox on you. I just have one thing to say: 19-94 (clap . . . clap . . . clap-clap) Nev-er-more (clap. . . clap . . .…
Read MoreMorris Masters: A Study in Recycling
By Ralph Scoville Between our game last week on Randall’s Island and this week’s game at Center Island Field in Oyster Bay, I could not help but notice how the 2 NY cities deal with the restoration of artificial turf fields. At Randall’s Island, the City Forefathers and Fivemothers had already decided that they needed…
Read MoreLet the Games Begin . . . .
Prior to the opening of our Spring season, the NYC Parks Commission requested a sit-down with the 6 families of Metro NYC Old Boys Pugby (we cannot call it rugby, because USA Rugby would expect a vigorish, as if our lifetime of blood and sweat equity is not enough). Between the Gents and the Village…
Read MoreMorris Rugby’s 40th Anniversary: An Event Like This Can Only Happen Once Every 40 Years
By Ralph Scoville The celebration of 40 years of Morris Rugby began with a New Year’s Eve party at the Dover Moose and culminated this Saturday Down on the Dirty Boulevard of Broken Dreams at the Mountain Lakes Club. (for those of you keeping track at home, that was Jackson Brown, Lou Reed and Green…
Read MoreBy the Power Vested in Me
All week long, the weather was ominous. The forecast for Monday through Friday and for Sunday would change like your underwear, but Saturday remained constant: rain and temperatures in the mid-40’s. And I did not mention that the game would be played in Bayonne, which would guarantee winds whipping in off of Newark Bay. As…
Read MoreMid-Autumnal Meriden Mauling
. . . or as the Irish are want to call it, the Massacree at Meridian. Whatever you wish to describe it as, we trekked to CT to enjoy what passes for fall foliage this year, and to get the living bejesus stomped out of us. So many memories of past trips to the Mountain…
Read MoreMorris Masters: Revenge of the Seppos
The-Summer-that-never-was-and-now-will-not-leave continued. Under a glorious sun-filled sky with Autumn temperatures soaring into the mid-70’s, the Rockaway River flood plain at Pocono Fields, Denville would serve as the site for the latest Rugby Palooza. For the first time in aeons, the Masters would actually take to the pitch in our own jerseys. For a long time,…
Read MoreFor all of the Peanut Gallery that did not like my last match report . . .
BITE ME!! That being said, I shall try to redeem my aberrant behavior. Long Island was host of this week’s Palooza. Normally they host a match at a park on the Great Bay of Oyster on the North Shore. Yesterday’s match was preempted by, of all things, a REGATTA! That has to be a first;…
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