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 payers. 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