MORRIS MASTER'S RUGBY
Morris Masters is a collection of old boys who still wear the jersey of Morris Rugby, but may be either a little on in years or unable to train as hard as they once did when they were a little younger ... OR BOTH.
It was Long Island’s turn to host the Olde Boy Palooza. But L.I. Ralph was not there!! My Mom always used to say that apple pie without cheese is like a hug without a squeeze. This was a very similar situation, but I am too lazy to think of a word that rhymes with Ralph,…Read More
The Harvard of New Jersey left our captain unprepared. Oh, he may have learned the air-speed velocity of an unladen swallow (both African AND European), but his miscalculation of the incubation period of cryptosporidiosis (“crypto”) proved to be the undoing of the Morris Masters on that fateful Saturday in Bayonne, NJ. Morris, you see, had…Read More
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 More
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 Cal and several other…Read More
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 to resurface the…Read More
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 More
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 More
. . . 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 More
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 More
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This past week so the completion of another successful program for Pathways Flag Rugby. Players from the Morris Rugby High School Girls and Boys teams were Mentors for the program. (Emilia, Megan, Sophia, Rachel and Turner are pictured above) The program is run by Jan Moran and teaches kids from ages 4-8 flag rugby over…
A cold and windy Saturday morning in November saw the Morris Lions High School Boys team turn out to help the Denville Beatification Department with the Canna bulb harvest. The boys, assisted by Head Coach Karl Matthews, worked hard for 3 hours to dig, lift and remove the large leaves of the plants. Meanwhile Andrea…
It was Long Island’s turn to host the Olde Boy Palooza. But L.I. Ralph was not there!! My Mom always used to say that apple pie without cheese is like a hug without a squeeze. This was a very similar situation, but I am too lazy to think of a word that rhymes with Ralph,…