"In our country, true teams rarely exist . . . social barriers and personal ambitions have reduced athletes to dissolute cliques or individuals thrown together for mutual profit . . . Yet these rugby players, with their muddied, cracked bodies, are struggling to hold onto a sense of humanity that we in America have lost and are unlikely to regain. The game may only be to move a ball forward on a dirt field, but the task can be accomplished with an unshackled joy and its memories will be a permanent delight. The (women and) men who play on that rugby field are more alive than too many of us will ever be. The foolish emptiness we think we perceive in their existence is only our own.
- Victor Cahn-

Here is my 1999 Spring
SRU Women's Rugby team.
Damn, I miss you girls!

This is me, on Lake Erie

Here I am with three of my very best friends.
From left to right, Phil, me, Keith, and Raylene.

Raylene, Scott and Matt entertaining

Shawn singing a romantic ballad

Raylene and I on a cold day
last winter acting like tourists.
Notice Three Rivers Stadium in the background.
Go Steelers!