Trey Stewart 2009. Current Club: Tulsa
Ed Cahill 2009.5. Current Club: Worcester
The first thing we learned at Maggotfest is that it is not a tournament. It is a FESTIVAL. It’s incredible!
Coming away from this weekend there is one thing that is certain and that is the Maggots know how to do rugby right. Their kits look exactly like the traditional All Blacks uniforms. Their pitch has 22m in goals and their posts reach for the heavens. It’s nestled in a valley with panoramic views of the mountains while sitting next to a farm and across from a church. Many of us felt as though we had died and gone to heaven which couldn’t be true because so many of our rugby brothers were missing.
This weekend was about more than just comradery, it was a statement of what rugby should be. Our 12/14 rugby brothers and whores gave the Northwest a taste of what Middlebury rugby is all about. Being the Honored side meant we played the most important match of the weekend with a full 80 against the host Maggots. We gave them a match but just didn’t have enough fire power (or practice) to win the game. We did show them we could drink as the captains, men of the match, and best drinkers demonstrated their prowess in a post match boat race.
Friday brought an outdoorsman’s dream with a trip on the Maggot Express to raft the Lochsa river in Idaho. The class 4/5 rapids did a number on 1 of our 3 boats and several of our brothers found themselves fighting for survival through 3 impressive rapids. The trip back to Missoula was filled with excitement and plenty of Big Sky brews before going back out on the town.
Thanks to Spencer, we were placed in the most difficult bracket for Saturday’s matches as we faced the Pranksters of the University of Montana, 2013 Montana State Men’s (not college) champions and the Highway Men, an All-star team made up of players from the Pacific Northwest. None of us really knew what we were getting into but we represented Middlebury (despite being the MOB) with pride. Saturday night was an epic party with costumes, bands, and self pour beer taps that kept the spirits flowing. A team from Canada wore body paint to be smurfs, there were red coats vs colonialists, biker gangs, and even Mormons with flasks hidden within hallowed out bibles. The true highlight was post party when the MOB joined the Maggots for “cleanup” which was really a choir practice. One of the host Maggots mentioned, “we may have beat you on the pitch but you whooped our assess in singing.”
Sunday brought another All-star team as we faced the Oosiks of Alaska. The opposing side showed up in their Star Wars Jedi costumes from the night before and to our surprise they wore them (light sabers and all) for the entire match. The annual MooseRut between Jackson Hole (Whitey’s club) and Flathead (Ari’s club) was being played at the same time but we found plenty of Highway men and an insane prison guard to fill out our ranks. Post match brought rides to the airport, more beer/food, and awards. The night brought more singing but many of us were at the breaking point.
We few, we proud, we Middlebury ruggers truly represented the club this past weekend in all 3 pillars of rugby. Next year we’ll choose a tournament that’s easier to get to but it certainly won’t be Fest! Another thing is for certain and that’s even if the MOB chooses another tournament next year most of us will be going back to Fest. It was an experience of a lifetime but even that’s putting it lightly.
Where were you the day our Middlebury brothers kitted up in the black & blue to take the pitch for the first time as the MOB? When 12 alumni members of the MCRC (13 when Powers ‘11.5 finally showed) challenged the Maggots of Missoula to an 80 minute friendly. Captain Goz ‘09 gets us the ball to start under the BIG MT sky. Starting lineup features the return of Mutty ‘09.5 in an unfamiliar position, scrumhalf; current Maggot Paddock ‘09; and Seamus O’meanyham ‘08 who arrived just before kickoff. Full lineup:
Coach Chow ‘09
The Maggots were first on the board despite relentless pressure from the MOB pack. The lack of cohesion showed for the men as several try scoring opportunities were thwarted on the line and in the lineouts. Quick taps by Mutty kept the pace fast and furious but didn’t result in much for points and the first half score was 12-0 in favor of the home team. Heroic tackles by fullback Paddock kept it close and Mwaki does what Mwaki does getting replaced due to blood and another Kenyan injury.
Second sees some adjustments in the Pack but little coming for the men early and the lead gets extended to 29 until 20 minutes in when a rolling maul off a lineout turned into points for our flanker whore. With 5 to play the try of the match was scored as the ball goes from Tormey to Mutty to Silverman to Harrison to Mwaki to wing whore to Paddock who took it the distance for points under the posts and Mutty slots the dropgoal for a 29-12 score. Champagne Rugby! Despite several more scoring opportunities the men came away with little and were glad to have made it competitive considering the relative lack of experience. O’meanyhan lasts a surprising 70 and Powers arrives with 15 to play and gets on the pitch for the final 10. Woelber is back on his feet after 3 staples and is ready for the bodega. Cheers to Burleigh for his throws in the lineout, Harrison for the relentless tackling, and the “coaching” from Chow. Imagine what a Sirkia, Eaton, Volz, twins Kelner, Louderback, Zvoma, Fernandez, Davis, Hammock, Wells, Yoquinto, bitches (Levine & Fager), Berriman, Manyuru^2, Zabriski, Losombe, or Epeli and every Landshark, Man from Nantucket, minister, or choir master could have contributed to this mix.
Silverman earns man of the match. The MOB presents New Zealand friend Tupa with our man of the match, a bottle of Maple Syrup and bottle of Whistle Pig courtesy of our brothers Khan ‘11, Hodge ‘11, and Withers ‘11.5. Thanks to the Moose for filling out our ranks. More to come this weekend but rafting for now.
Remember the day the MOB took the pitch and you were in Boston or NYC or SF and not with your rugby brothers!