Mr. Clark,

 

I have intended to write you for some time. I owe you a couple of thanks…

 

I am long time rugby player (center, flanker, eight, second row--but all higher level play at prop. I was a very fast prop). I am 51 now and began playing when I was 13 in Scotland. I quit when I completed law school, injured my knee badly, and had to begin practicing law. Shortly thereafter came marriage and a family. Rugby became a fond memory--dreamed about but never taken back out of the box.

 

Fast forward about 20 years. I got tricked into playing an Alumni game at age 45. It hurt, but I did well to my surprise. Some old mates began bugging me about playing again. I thought this was a silly idea, but surfed on the web in idle curiosity -- and found your web site. It inspired me to begin playing again, in about 2002. I was invited to join a group called the Sons of Beaches, and we won the Aspen Ruggerfest on our first outing. That is a big tournament in the scheme of amateur rugby, and to win (masters division) with a rag tag group of 22 guys was--amazing.

 

Later this group became the Cardinals, an invitational nationwide rugby team focused on playing in and winning the largest amateur rugby tournaments in the US in the age group brackets. We have won a large number of these. Winning is great--but playing rugby again and being on a team is better.

 

Because I got into it, my youngest son (14) has gotten into it in a big way, and is on his way to becoming a much better player than I ever was (flyhalf scrumhalf). This is more satisfying than playing myself. Not because it’s rugby -- but to watch my son truly become himself when he plays. I know that is awkwardly put but I can't think of another way to say it. It would have been great if it were any game - but rugby makes it special. I am sure you know the feeling. I took him with me to Aspen this year, which was great.

 

So -- thanks for this. Without your inspiration, I might never have put on boots again, or had the chance to bring my son to the game and build the relationship we now have. And my son might never have found his sport.

 

Best Regards,

Bill