Chicago Tour a Success
I am at a loss for words regarding our trip to Chcago to play the Chicago Blaze in a "friendly" this past weekend, mostly because I'm still hung over. That about sums up the weekend, and hopefully is PG enough for the website. From Scotty Too Hotty starting a near-brawl an hour and a half into the trip, to meeting Joe Friday and Fran and the absolute downward spiral from then on, to a 20 year old hitting on a 60 year old, to the Sh----y Dollar Bill being introduced to Chicago, to 300 lb morning wake up calls, Joey's Mexicano dance with and without Rock, and finding out who the true Mexican on our team really is, the trip was a success in every way other than rugby. For being in the shape we were in, the match actually turned out OK. The Blaze's excellent bartender, however, stole the show before and after play and totally outshadowed whatever we might have done on the field. I will try to piece together a bit more PG from the weekend, without Willey's help of course, and possibly with the permission of Jerry Alves, whose stories changed our weekend from "slim" to "fat"/phat. More to come, but absolutely no pictures, Tractor (Portland's new Hugh Hefner). See you all at Leo and Jessica's reception on Saturday. We know this marriage will last a long, long time since we all heard their loving husband/wife conversations for an hour and a half on Sunday morning while staring at a blank TV screen and two morons (Jimmy Hendricks and Jason) trying to play Nintendo Rugby. Is there really anything more to say, other than Girls Gone Wild DVD sales have skyrocketed in the Portland area the past two days? Thanks to Jimmy and Matt for putting together a tour to remember for the ages.
Tuesday, June 03, 2003
Bull Moose 15's
After a wild four games in two days, Portland captured third place in a rough and tumble tournament at Attitash, NH. The first game against Mystics was described by many as an absolutely horrible showing by Portland; from the lack of discipline on the Portland side, to the punch heard round the world which created a uncontested scrumming situation, to the eventual early whistle to end the "match", it was a poor showing but one that would lead to fun, exceptional play both on and off the field, and a third place cup for the boys in baby blue. The second game on Saturday against the Orange Whips/Charles River II's was played by "savage mutes" as first described by MVP Cannon and delivered by our new and improved Jim Gooch. You could almost hear the crickets as Portland lost its collective voice and let their shoulders and feet do the talking. If they weren't so ugly, you'd almost have felt sorry for the Whips. Ted/Bernie managed to stay awake and see his first action of the year, Matt Winch saved a try with pure hustle - wait, did I just say that?- and although things loosened up near the end, Portland walked away with a big confidence-building win. Of course, as things would down for the day the boys begain preparing to win the party hosted by a tremendous NH club NOT located in Portsmouth. The Seacoast women did their best to lure us into their Britney-webs, but cops passing out single cups of water after a 7 hour drinking fest sobered us up enough (so Coach thought - have another!) to keep us from too much trouble. Even illicit girlfriends and a Chamber of Commerce ass-grabber couldn't keep us down, so after a few hours of restless sleep, the Portlanders went to work on Sunday morning against an Amoskeag club just asking for a beating. As their cocky and very large #8 was pounded again and again by J Willey and Tractor and Tom Lovering seemed to be with the backs on every play - oh, wait, he was- Portland maulled and rucked their way into the finals against an Old Gold team trying to break their 0-36 streak against us. It was not to be. Portland shut up and scored-up on a club that just can't get past the "flying fists" approach to rugby. Our silent tongues started to waggle a bit towards the end of the match but not before we had secured a third place finish and a place in the history books. Our weekend ended with our crystal hardware filled and unfilled many times at the Old Port Fest, and a good time was had by all. Thanks to the girlfriends, wives and other family members who made the trip (Willey's dad is sooo much cooler than Willey) and helped us out. Pictures to come.
After a wild four games in two days, Portland captured third place in a rough and tumble tournament at Attitash, NH. The first game against Mystics was described by many as an absolutely horrible showing by Portland; from the lack of discipline on the Portland side, to the punch heard round the world which created a uncontested scrumming situation, to the eventual early whistle to end the "match", it was a poor showing but one that would lead to fun, exceptional play both on and off the field, and a third place cup for the boys in baby blue. The second game on Saturday against the Orange Whips/Charles River II's was played by "savage mutes" as first described by MVP Cannon and delivered by our new and improved Jim Gooch. You could almost hear the crickets as Portland lost its collective voice and let their shoulders and feet do the talking. If they weren't so ugly, you'd almost have felt sorry for the Whips. Ted/Bernie managed to stay awake and see his first action of the year, Matt Winch saved a try with pure hustle - wait, did I just say that?- and although things loosened up near the end, Portland walked away with a big confidence-building win. Of course, as things would down for the day the boys begain preparing to win the party hosted by a tremendous NH club NOT located in Portsmouth. The Seacoast women did their best to lure us into their Britney-webs, but cops passing out single cups of water after a 7 hour drinking fest sobered us up enough (so Coach thought - have another!) to keep us from too much trouble. Even illicit girlfriends and a Chamber of Commerce ass-grabber couldn't keep us down, so after a few hours of restless sleep, the Portlanders went to work on Sunday morning against an Amoskeag club just asking for a beating. As their cocky and very large #8 was pounded again and again by J Willey and Tractor and Tom Lovering seemed to be with the backs on every play - oh, wait, he was- Portland maulled and rucked their way into the finals against an Old Gold team trying to break their 0-36 streak against us. It was not to be. Portland shut up and scored-up on a club that just can't get past the "flying fists" approach to rugby. Our silent tongues started to waggle a bit towards the end of the match but not before we had secured a third place finish and a place in the history books. Our weekend ended with our crystal hardware filled and unfilled many times at the Old Port Fest, and a good time was had by all. Thanks to the girlfriends, wives and other family members who made the trip (Willey's dad is sooo much cooler than Willey) and helped us out. Pictures to come.
Tuesday, May 06, 2003
Colby Sweeps Championships
Colby men and women took home hardware this weekend. See the tournament web-site for details and pictures.
Colby men and women took home hardware this weekend. See the tournament web-site for details and pictures.
Friday, May 02, 2003
Maine Collegiate Rugby Championships
Five men's teams and three women's square off 5/3 at the Cumberland Fairgrounds to vie for bragging rights in the Maine Collegiate Rugby Championships presented by Hews Truck Bodies and Equipment. Check out the tourney web-site for more details.
Five men's teams and three women's square off 5/3 at the Cumberland Fairgrounds to vie for bragging rights in the Maine Collegiate Rugby Championships presented by Hews Truck Bodies and Equipment. Check out the tourney web-site for more details.
Saturday, April 19, 2003
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