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
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