If you're the kind of guy or gal who likes to spend their weekends drinking and making a fool of yourself, then this weekend was custom built for you.
Saturday promises not one, but two opportunities to get your drunk on, and the only hard part might be deciding where to get kicked out of first. Here's the deets:
Firstly the Ed-meister commands your presence at a PRFC Social at the Pier in O.O.B., with 3pm being the appointed hour. Apparently $20 get's you a bracelet (...and $30 gets you a reach around [rim shot!]), and with that bracelet you are admitted to all of the...ahem, "entertainment". A quick check on the Pier's website, and it looks like you can expect to see big names "Yo! Adrian" and "Pushboxx" at the Pier Patio Pub, "Heidi Jo Hanson" at Hooligan's Landing, "Joyeoke" on the Sunset Deck and "DJ Huss" at Big Kahuna's.
Your cup truely runeth over! Ed also promises some amount of free beer and "alcoholic folly" until the money runs out. Presumably aroung 3:30.
Well, if you can tear yourself away from all that public disorder, Liz Adams of the women's team tells me she's having a party and you're all invited.
Yes, that's right, all of you. Every last one of you who's ever visited this site. She's got a full keg of Miller Lite and half a keg of Shipyard Export, so I figure that's about a thimble-full of beer for each of you.
But wait, Liz didn't tell me where she lives, so maybe you won't all be making it after all. A quick check on whowhere.com tells me there are several Liz Adamses to choose from, so have fun with that.
Anyway, Liz writes that she is turning "officially 25" and presumably she was unoficially 25 before that and just received her certificate of "twenty-fiveiness", or was just plain old officially 24. I can't tell. She didn't say.
Either way, she's very excited about it, and would love to share some of that. "WOOHOO!!" she writes, just like that, in all caps, as if to demonstrate here level of excitement. Sounds like fun, and it all starts at 5pm and will be "going well in to the evening!!!" With that many exclamation points, how can you resist?
Friday, August 04, 2006
Thursday, August 03, 2006
Woooweee! It's Practice!
Doesn't it seem like only yesterday that we were yelling and screaming at each other in the sweltering heat of Attitash? And it seems like only a few days before that when we were freezing our nuts off in Newport. I'm sure for many of you the memories are all too vivid, and have yet to be turned in to fond recollections by forgetfulness or the passing of time.
You:"Remember that time we went to Syracuse?"
Me:"Ugh, don't remind me"
Well gird your loins fellas, 'cos the craziness is about to kick off all over again. Next week we'll begin the process of getting in mental and physical shape for the Fall season by re-instating Tuesday / Thursday practices at Fox Street from 6pm to 8pm. The intent is to devote Tuesdays primarily to fitness and Thursdays to skills, so if you're forced to choose between the two, keep your own particular shortcomings in mind. Of course, if you want my opinion (and that of the rest of your teammates, who talk about you behind your back), you definitely need to be at both.
We plan to have Barbara Lisa reprise her role as Fitness Coach, so those of you with a hard-on for her particular brand of sadism should form an orderly queue, and plan on throwing up at least once. Talk to those guys who worked out with her in the Winter, and they'll tell you that she does a body good.
Of course, no amount of flogging by Barb one night a week is going to get you in the kind of shape you really need to be in, so put down the hot dog, step away from the grill, and go dust of your gym shorts tubby. Honestly, look at yourself.
You:"Remember that time we went to Syracuse?"
Me:"Ugh, don't remind me"
Well gird your loins fellas, 'cos the craziness is about to kick off all over again. Next week we'll begin the process of getting in mental and physical shape for the Fall season by re-instating Tuesday / Thursday practices at Fox Street from 6pm to 8pm. The intent is to devote Tuesdays primarily to fitness and Thursdays to skills, so if you're forced to choose between the two, keep your own particular shortcomings in mind. Of course, if you want my opinion (and that of the rest of your teammates, who talk about you behind your back), you definitely need to be at both.
We plan to have Barbara Lisa reprise her role as Fitness Coach, so those of you with a hard-on for her particular brand of sadism should form an orderly queue, and plan on throwing up at least once. Talk to those guys who worked out with her in the Winter, and they'll tell you that she does a body good.
Of course, no amount of flogging by Barb one night a week is going to get you in the kind of shape you really need to be in, so put down the hot dog, step away from the grill, and go dust of your gym shorts tubby. Honestly, look at yourself.
Thursday, July 27, 2006
Temple Expansion
You may of noticed in the comments that Jimmy Temple has added another baby to his collection, and it would be remiss of me not to give him a mention.
Yeah, only Jim says it was in February, and now, it's like, July, and he doesn't tell me what day, so I can't look up all the fun facts in my Bumper Book of Knowledge (Junior Edition). Curses!
He does say that he's called Hunter James, and presumably that's his name rather than his occupation.
Wait a minute...
Hunter J. Temple...Hunter S. Thompson...was this by accident or design? Hmmm...someone's a big fan of the gonzo journo style me-thinks. Well, "buy the ticket, take the ride" as the man himself would have said, and let's hope the ending is a lot happier.
Mahalo Hunter.
Fear and Loathing In...[insert your comment here.]
Yeah, only Jim says it was in February, and now, it's like, July, and he doesn't tell me what day, so I can't look up all the fun facts in my Bumper Book of Knowledge (Junior Edition). Curses!
He does say that he's called Hunter James, and presumably that's his name rather than his occupation.
Wait a minute...
Hunter J. Temple...Hunter S. Thompson...was this by accident or design? Hmmm...someone's a big fan of the gonzo journo style me-thinks. Well, "buy the ticket, take the ride" as the man himself would have said, and let's hope the ending is a lot happier.
Mahalo Hunter.
Fear and Loathing In...[insert your comment here.]
Wednesday, July 26, 2006
Trojans, right cancelled eh.
No doubt too many of their players are oot and aboot or they ran out of Loonies, so the Trojans from St. John have had to cancel their planned tour of Portland. So, no games that weekend.
Darn...it was probably going to be 100 degrees anyway.
So that's another weekend in the hammock then. But fair warning, Fall team training is right around the corner. August 8th to be precise, and like prodigal sons, we'll be returning to Fox Street, after our many months in the wilderness.
Stay tuned for more details.
Darn...it was probably going to be 100 degrees anyway.
So that's another weekend in the hammock then. But fair warning, Fall team training is right around the corner. August 8th to be precise, and like prodigal sons, we'll be returning to Fox Street, after our many months in the wilderness.
Stay tuned for more details.
Wednesday, July 19, 2006
Acton Tenors
Website activity is down since I'm actaully on vaction, so in my absence, here's Ed with an account of last weekend's fun at Acton, published here verbatim for your amusement. Cheers Ed!
With true P.R.F.C. style most of our team arrived two or three minutes before our 1st game with New Haven.
We lost 10-15 against the fairly well matched side, they had depth in numbers, (which would become the
theme of the day,) and were able to introduce a few fresh sets of legs and some peile-esque [Is that Pele Ed.?] moves at half
time that overwhelmed us. Having run from the cars, to the kit, and to the field, with no warm up or rehersals, we did a fairly good job of it, despite our loss.
Next we tackled Seacoast, and, having some time to discuss strategies and warm up a bit, we shut them out 15-0. all the teams in our bracket won a game and lost one game, and somehow we managed to take the top seat in our bracket. So it was a quick dip in the pond, (a slight altercation with the life guard) and off to face NorthEastern.
Like our earlier opponents, NorthEastern – who arrived on their cushie tour bus, had numbers enough to put two full sides on the field. With unlimited subs, they freshened up their ten often, while we could only swap in one sub. All eleven of us played hard and well, but in the end NorthEastern got the better of us. Most noteworthy in this game was Evan, who, along with some superb play, continued to challenge their flyhalf - real bastard, who continually cloths-line [clothes?] and grab our players around the neck. Evan, kept his cool, and continued to run right at him, drawing penalty after penalty. After the ref had spoke to their player several times, and awarded us another penalty, Evan faked a kick and charged at him again, receiving yet another high tackle, and their player was ejected for the rest of the match.
Its difficult to single anyone out, as all the players were exceptional. The eleven of us worked as a team, communicated well, moved seamlessly through substitutions, and switching positions while in theheat of battle. The basic field looked like this for us: daren [Devon?] hooking, he really took a beating and hungin there for us, then Francis and Tractor, each
playing superb rugby. In the second row we had Hannas [Hannes], who played like a rock star, as per usual, - he also captained the team, giving us some much needed guidance. Simon and Chris (red) swapped on and off propping with Hannas. Both of whom were like tackling machines, very solid, very reliable, not much got past them. Ryan scrummed, having to handle a lot of abuse and dirty balls [comedy overload!], but did well, and attacked weak side productively with Hannas, scoring a try at one point. Mark and Evan swapped off at fly-half and inside center. These two did excellent talking to each other, often splitting the back row to attack, and did well at directing the rest of us into effective play. Outside Jacko attacked and defended brilliantly. I played on the wing, with Chris and Simon falling back to play there as well.
I think we represented the club well, all in all. It was good to see so many young, and new to the club
members there, as opposed to the [very] old guard. We all had a good time, some good words were said by all towards this, as we gathered up our gear and headed home. Cheers to you guys that went, and to those that helped!
Ed Lutjens
With true P.R.F.C. style most of our team arrived two or three minutes before our 1st game with New Haven.
We lost 10-15 against the fairly well matched side, they had depth in numbers, (which would become the
theme of the day,) and were able to introduce a few fresh sets of legs and some peile-esque [Is that Pele Ed.?] moves at half
time that overwhelmed us. Having run from the cars, to the kit, and to the field, with no warm up or rehersals, we did a fairly good job of it, despite our loss.
Next we tackled Seacoast, and, having some time to discuss strategies and warm up a bit, we shut them out 15-0. all the teams in our bracket won a game and lost one game, and somehow we managed to take the top seat in our bracket. So it was a quick dip in the pond, (a slight altercation with the life guard) and off to face NorthEastern.
Like our earlier opponents, NorthEastern – who arrived on their cushie tour bus, had numbers enough to put two full sides on the field. With unlimited subs, they freshened up their ten often, while we could only swap in one sub. All eleven of us played hard and well, but in the end NorthEastern got the better of us. Most noteworthy in this game was Evan, who, along with some superb play, continued to challenge their flyhalf - real bastard, who continually cloths-line [clothes?] and grab our players around the neck. Evan, kept his cool, and continued to run right at him, drawing penalty after penalty. After the ref had spoke to their player several times, and awarded us another penalty, Evan faked a kick and charged at him again, receiving yet another high tackle, and their player was ejected for the rest of the match.
Its difficult to single anyone out, as all the players were exceptional. The eleven of us worked as a team, communicated well, moved seamlessly through substitutions, and switching positions while in theheat of battle. The basic field looked like this for us: daren [Devon?] hooking, he really took a beating and hungin there for us, then Francis and Tractor, each
playing superb rugby. In the second row we had Hannas [Hannes], who played like a rock star, as per usual, - he also captained the team, giving us some much needed guidance. Simon and Chris (red) swapped on and off propping with Hannas. Both of whom were like tackling machines, very solid, very reliable, not much got past them. Ryan scrummed, having to handle a lot of abuse and dirty balls [comedy overload!], but did well, and attacked weak side productively with Hannas, scoring a try at one point. Mark and Evan swapped off at fly-half and inside center. These two did excellent talking to each other, often splitting the back row to attack, and did well at directing the rest of us into effective play. Outside Jacko attacked and defended brilliantly. I played on the wing, with Chris and Simon falling back to play there as well.
I think we represented the club well, all in all. It was good to see so many young, and new to the club
members there, as opposed to the [very] old guard. We all had a good time, some good words were said by all towards this, as we gathered up our gear and headed home. Cheers to you guys that went, and to those that helped!
Ed Lutjens
Thursday, July 13, 2006
No comment?
If you spend only half as much time on the interweb as I do, you'll know that many news, gossip and opinion sites offer the opportunity for readers to post their own "replies" through a comment section. Often the comments received can offer a witty or entertaining counterpoint to the original post, but mostly they just provide a forum for ranting and name-calling.
Now then, the eagle-eyed amongst you may have noticed that the last couple of posts here have offered just such a "Post A Comment" feature, in an effort to keep your, ahem..."witty" observations out of my inbox and up on the site where they belong, for the whole world to critique. [Of course, by "whole world" I mean that infinitesimal fraction of the population who read obscure rugby websites].
But wait, before you begin banging out all the crazy nonsense that pops in to your head and posting it on the site, there a few things you should know. Firstly, you will be required to create a Blogger login before you sound off, so best not to use your real name if you intend to masquerade as someone from the Wolfhounds, Old Gold or as someone's gay lover (or both). This also means you'll be required to remember a password, so be sure to right it down, because, no, we can't help you remember it.
Secondly, all comments are "moderated", which means that none of the comments make it up on the site until they are approved by the censors. Comments that are offensive, seditious, illegal, but most of all unfunny may not make it up on the site. It also means that you need only post your comment about why Andy Nelson loves you the best once, and then you just have to be patient and wait until the censors get around to blessing it. MmmmK Fred?
Please be aware that the censors probably don't keep the same strange hours that you do, are occasionally called upon to get some work done, and may even take a vacation now and then. So please don't be upset if your side-splitting remarks are not posted in as timely a fashion as you think they deserve. Also, the censors decision is final, so there's no crying in comment-land.
Like I said, the censors are not big on stupidity, pointless repetition, bad spelling or grammar, TYPING IN ALL CAPS, illiteracy, gratuitous profanity and most of all criticism of my posts...no matter how constructive you think you are being. Other than that, anything goes, and use of any of the above in an ironic way may be permissable.
Of course, sycophancy will get you a long way, and posts that include something like,
"That was the funniest post ever..."
"I just pee'd myself from laughing so hard..."
"Please be the father of my children..."
...are sure to cloud the censor's vision sufficiently to make it through the net.
Lastly, remember that like, driving, voting and having a TV in your bedroom, posting comments is a privilege that may be taken away from you at any time if you don't behave.
So let the intellectual discourse begin, and don't forget, if you don't have anything nice to say, just make sure to precede it with "I love this site..." and you're in with a good shot of getting it posted.
Now then, the eagle-eyed amongst you may have noticed that the last couple of posts here have offered just such a "Post A Comment" feature, in an effort to keep your, ahem..."witty" observations out of my inbox and up on the site where they belong, for the whole world to critique. [Of course, by "whole world" I mean that infinitesimal fraction of the population who read obscure rugby websites].
But wait, before you begin banging out all the crazy nonsense that pops in to your head and posting it on the site, there a few things you should know. Firstly, you will be required to create a Blogger login before you sound off, so best not to use your real name if you intend to masquerade as someone from the Wolfhounds, Old Gold or as someone's gay lover (or both). This also means you'll be required to remember a password, so be sure to right it down, because, no, we can't help you remember it.
Secondly, all comments are "moderated", which means that none of the comments make it up on the site until they are approved by the censors. Comments that are offensive, seditious, illegal, but most of all unfunny may not make it up on the site. It also means that you need only post your comment about why Andy Nelson loves you the best once, and then you just have to be patient and wait until the censors get around to blessing it. MmmmK Fred?
Please be aware that the censors probably don't keep the same strange hours that you do, are occasionally called upon to get some work done, and may even take a vacation now and then. So please don't be upset if your side-splitting remarks are not posted in as timely a fashion as you think they deserve. Also, the censors decision is final, so there's no crying in comment-land.
Like I said, the censors are not big on stupidity, pointless repetition, bad spelling or grammar, TYPING IN ALL CAPS, illiteracy, gratuitous profanity and most of all criticism of my posts...no matter how constructive you think you are being. Other than that, anything goes, and use of any of the above in an ironic way may be permissable.
Of course, sycophancy will get you a long way, and posts that include something like,
"That was the funniest post ever..."
"I just pee'd myself from laughing so hard..."
"Please be the father of my children..."
...are sure to cloud the censor's vision sufficiently to make it through the net.
Lastly, remember that like, driving, voting and having a TV in your bedroom, posting comments is a privilege that may be taken away from you at any time if you don't behave.
So let the intellectual discourse begin, and don't forget, if you don't have anything nice to say, just make sure to precede it with "I love this site..." and you're in with a good shot of getting it posted.
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