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MORRIS MASTERS 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.
Morris Masters: A Bris Kit Sandwich . . .
a Bris Kit sandwich . . . . . . or a pulled pork sandwich. . on second thought, I’ll stick with chicken. What does this have to do with rugby? Absolutely nothing, just a reaction to Jeff Gresack regaling 3 goys and a guy for 2 hours each way about his experiences with life…
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Morris Masters: The Yarmulke Trick
By Ralph Scoville In the world of sport, the hat trick is the mark of a great performance by an individual athlete. It is rarely achieved. Rarer still, but not as desired, is the Golden Sombrero in baseball, signifying individual lack of performance. But for all these achievements, the rarer-est is the cherished Yarmulke Trick. …
Read MoreMorris Masters: Like Sow, Like Riblet
By Ralph Scoville The scions of Babe were no stranger to leadership. On this glorious sun-splattered day in Denville, these descendants would lead a procession of melted pig fat tendrils up into the atmosphere to waft their ways to the ever hungering crowd. It was opening day for the 2016-2017 Tri-State Rugby Palooza season. The…
Read MoreMorris Masters: Elvira the Albino Rhino and the Googolteenth Annual Jim Mccloskey Memorial Canoe Trip
By Ralph Scoville BEEP . . . BEEP . . . BEEP. Samuel Adams. Brewer. Patriot. The twin diesel exhausts competed with the leaf-blower whines for audio supremacy on this otherwise quiet morning in the sleepy Bergen County town. Neighbors yawned nonplussed as they came out to get the morning papers, nothing out of the…
Read MoreMorris Masters: Why Is My Earwax Black?
By Ralph Scoville Going to work this week, I took out my earbuds when I got to the Port Authority, and discovered they were not a golden brown, but a dull black. Vestiges of our swamp-fest 10 days earlier. The pitch was so sloppy that the mud got everywhere. I heard an anecdotal story of…
Read MoreLions Win 2!!!
LIONS WIN 2!!! Well, it was the Village Lions and not the Morris Lions, but why quibble over details. For the 2.5 times out of 3, Papi was correct. With the great Oyster Bay to our right, Long Island Sound to our left, we would kick off on a sun splattered field nestled onto a…
Read MoreMorris Masters Gain First Victory of the Season!
By Ralph Scoville First and foremost, I would like to state that we did NOT play Montclair. Maybe it’s me, but when Montclair states that “Morris Sucks”, I take it to mean they do not like our Morris County values. Papi’s weather prediction was spot-on. The weather WAS perfect for rugby. Why, post-match I was…
Read MoreMorris Masters First Game of the 2016 Season
By Ralph Scoville 6 Nations has passed. Easter has passed. My gas has passed. It means that the true harbinger of Spring has come – a dropkick beneath the Triboro Bridge to start the Masters season. It means Papi’s first muster. It means my first match report of the season, or as one person calls…
Read More257.63th Annual Comedy Night
By Ralph Scoville Huh, 257.63 ?!?! It is actually very simple, you take the number of years that Morris Rugby has been in existence (39), divide by the average rugby exaggeration factor of 5, then factor in some comedians who were not that good as well as the number of my brain-cells that were sacrificed in my…
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