A few anecdotes from over the years
A few anecdotes from over the years
| Islander does alright on his first
weekend in town
At a past going away party for a rugger in Washington, several players became quite concerned when the new Tongan Player dissappeared with a women 10 years his senior. The Islander remained MIA til a expeditionary force, looking for food at the local all night 7/11 found him on the phone with a 1/2 eaten bag of potato chips and a grin from ear to ear. SP 0 does no good at the beach A collegiate team from New Hampshire touring in Rhode Island decided to look mean and shave their heads. Turns out they should have checked the weather report, the hottest and most sunny day all year.....Ever see a Sun burnt head peel? YUCK! Tough Chicks from Texas square of on the pitch and in Playboy The Girls of Texas Tech not only have a relatively new rugby squad on campus, but 3 of the girls appeared nude in the Playboy's Girls of the Big 12. The fact that the ladies were absolutely horrible at rugby did not keep anyone from cheering with all their heart at a 1996 Tourney in New Mexico. The ladies put black paint under their eyes and painted their finger nails black to signal which hands NOT to bite and claw in the rucks and mauls. Now that is what I call 36-24-34 of ass whooping. Check out my site on Tech and hear the whole story behind our New Mexico visit. Tattoos are forever...make sure you get it right The Denver Highlanders Newsletter reported the upcoming 5 nations like this, "Well, that time of year is upon us again. Time to get up at 7:30 a.m., put on a baseball cap, and head down to Jackson's Hole to start drinking. Time to yet again order the "Rugger Special." Time to scream "Cam on, Gregor!" in your best Scottish accent. Time to spend a fine Saturday afternoon passed out drunk, or, for the true degenerates amongst us, down on Colfax getting tattoos with the Thomas brothers. Yes, that?s right, the 1998 Five Nations Championship is ready to get underway, and it is left to the likes of us to predict the outcome. This we shall do, although the reader should keep in mind we have correctly guessed the winners in about 3 of the last 10 major rugby internationals." Well as interesting as the write is, something in it seems sorta of odd? What is this about the Thomas Brother's and Colfax Ave? On a warm February day in 1997, members of the Denver Highlanders finished the last of the remaining pitchers of Guinness. Ireland had held on to beat Wales in Cardiff, while England had spanked Scotland. Members of the team were severely disabled by alcohol and had thoughts of their cozy beds and pillows in their heads. The time was 11:30 AM. With the 5 Nations rugby games being held live in England, 7 hours ahead of Denver's time zone, the ruggers from around Denver did as the article above said, awoke with hangover and made their way to the bar to watch a little international rugby. When the games were over, 4 men remained. My sibling Jim, who had just started playing rugby at age 31 and was in his second year, myself, Matt, a small Englishmen who was more at the bar to socialize than anything else, and Mark, the team's fullback and Stanford Graduate Rocket Scientist. Not the smallest man on our team, but he could challenge for the title. With the 4 of us remaining, my brother announced his plan to get a tattoo. Mark joined in on the plan and I followed suit. We were then off to Colfax Ave, a street with several bars and Tattoo parlors on it. When we arrived at the tattoo shop, we were told we would have to wait. As the artist took our ideas and drawings, my brother and I both had our designs planned for some time, Mark gazed at the large wall of different patterns. He settled on a large bulldog standing upright with its arms crossed. Seemed fitting for such a quiet and gentle person. My brother had brought a picture of the Tazmanian Devil wearing a kilt holding a rugby ball. I had drawn up a picture of the welsh flag and the Irish Flag with a rugby ball between. (My heritage is Irish and Welsh.) Well after several beers and hours, we were all done, including the reluctant POM, who got the English Rugby Rose on his back. All the tatoos looked great and we were all very happy. Until the next day when after further examination, I realized my Irish Flag was colored incorrectly. It seems that while I was intoxicated, I asked the artists to color the flags in the opposite order of the drawing I had made. Instead of the Irish Flag being Green, white, Orange (as seen in the picture to the right), it was orange, white, green. This was not noticed by anyone for a very long time, until, while playing the Gentlemen of Aspen, a Irish Hooker asked me after the game, "why do you have the Ivory Coast's Flag on your leg?" So there you have it, My leg shows both Wales and Cote D'Ivore Flags. Brothers in the front row.....still not everything should be shared My loosehead prop likes to go into details on his adventures. Here are just some of his famed lines: 5. I like my girls small, 5 foot tall and about 100 pounds. (Said by a man 6'3" 300 pounds.) 4. Yeah, I thought it was weird too, everyone thought I was you.....I mean I was wearing your kilt, but still....I hope I didn't do anything you get blamed for..... 3. So there I was.....behind the tents getting jerked off by 2 girls....because I was an Ottawa Rookie 2. I got 2 words for you: "Pierced Clitoris." 1. So what if she was fat.....fat girls need loving too and they obviously
have an oral fixation.
Pumas Shrek's woo the Kiwi Chicks "Inky," an Internet correspondent in New Zealand, has
"If I've ever given an impression of Christchurch or Outer Canterbury
as benighted places, whose rugby supporters are Flat Earthers in denim
overalls with missing front teeth that celebrate victories by sawing fiddles
and drinking moonshine out of jugs, I'm sorry. The funky scene I witnessed
in the wee hours of Sunday morning, after the All Blacks thrashed Argentina
67-19, was straight out of the hottest nightclub in
I had gone to a local sports bar to take in the Springboks' test versus
the French, and found the place overrun by Los Pumas in party mode. Sounds like that Mad Hatter in Washington DC with the Boys dancing topless |
These
guys had been beaten bloody earlier that evening, and will be facing the
Maori All Blacks in Rotorua in three days time, but were cutting loose
like there was no
