Way to get 17 hearty souls out on a Saturday morning in weather only fit for the Irish. Fields were kind of mucky and so was the play, but it was being out there that counted the most.
Pitty the young, public schooled, fat-ass that didn't win a single game; and revere the old, snot nosed/well educated, bony piece of shit that won every game. Is there something to be said in that? Maybe that's why boston won so many championships. For those of you not in attendance, we played 3 games (after a few warm up) of State vs. Private, old vs. young, and heavy vs. light. Come to think of it, I don't think anyone went 3-0 or 0-3.
