Alas, one of my favorite redheads has disappeared into the corn fields thus closing the book cover on one of the Clubs greatest era’s. Deans (scroll down) rookie years saw the likes of Pasadena Rugby greats Tom and Dan Boyle, Rob Ingles, Noah Ballard, Garrett Futrell and Michelli Scottybelly. What, why you ask? So young, what gives? Prior to being taken out playing for the Blue All Star team by this evil bastard, Dean was looking to have the greatest season of his career. His field spacing and awareness had developed, his boot becoming golden, tackling consistent and could hit the center gaps like Aston charging to the front of the buffet line at the Golden Palace. The reason? He will say it was his knee reconstruction. I say bullshit. I’ve seen players come back stronger and faster because the rehab forced them to build the strength and slowly improve the joint. Patrick Caraher, arguably the best #9 the Club has ever seen, played on 2 glass knees for years. Golden Spike recipient Tim Riesen did too. In fact when they just finally lost all soft tissue in his knee and his ability to cut because his knee just swelled to the size of a volleyball he would just tote around a vile of Cortisone and shoot up on the sideline and crash the gaps. Guy was fucking insane, balls bro. I say man the fuck up Dean Damouth. Rugby is a game of fitness and skill but more than anything else it is a mental game. Dean I say it is all in your head. Do you really want your last memories of rugby to be playing for an all star squad of the misfits of Division 3? Division 3 dude. LAME. You quit like the others before you for the worst reason of all. You quit because it’s easy. Fuck you, put down the nachos and the bong, hit the track and get your ass back in #15. You owe it to yourself to rehab and quit on better terms. Playing for YOUR rugby club against real competition. If you do not, you will forever carry this shame and I will make it my personal mission to make sure you always remember this. It’s because I love you. Pussy.
In other news, Week 3 began much like Week 2. So far my only criticism is there is WAY too much coaching of skill going on. It’s a struggle to talk shit over all this instruction. That and apparently our new “field” is a great space for fitness. Who needs a pub close to the pitch when you get a free buzz from oxygen depletion while your lungs struggle as they fill with dirt and asbestos. Ahh the Pasadena Black Lung. Makes me nostalgic for Victory Park.
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