• Match Info

    Summers 7s – Des Moines

    This Saturday, July 10th the Pigs will be traveling to Des Moines for their Toys for Tots 7s tournament.  We will be traveling down Saturday morning and coming back on Sunday.   Des Moines always puts on a great tournament with a good party to follow.  Please contact Shane Sargent (shane.sargent@gmail.com) if you have interest in making the trip.  

  • Practice Update

    Summer Practice

    Summer practices have begun.  Thursdays at 6:30pm at Como Park.  There are a number of guys coming out at 6:00pm for some pre-practice fitness.  Come on out and have some fun running around.  Something you’ve never played but always wanted to give it a try… the summer is a great opportunity to learn.

  • Match Info

    MN Sevens

    Our first 7s tournament is this weekend on June 12th.  The tournament will begin at 10am at the Eagan Community Center.   Get there at 9:30am if you plan on playing.   We will see at least 3 matches that day.  Big boys are welcome to come, but remember fellas this is a 7s tournament so we will be using our faster guys a little more often.  We did quite well in last years tournament and hope to have similar success this year.

  • Community - Events

    Grand Old Day – June 6th

    This Sunday, June 6th is Grand Old Day.  The Saint Paul Rugby team will be participating by marching in the parade.  The parade line-up will be at Fairview and Grand and start at 9am, with the parade starting at 10am.  Following the parade will be bands, food, beer, and great people watching.  Hope you can make it down to for the parade and post parade festivities.  Go to the Grand Old Day website for more information.

  • Uncategorized

    Rugby Renaissance: 2010

    There’s a thread you follow.  It goes among things that change.  But it doesn’t change.  People wonder about what you are pursuing.  You have to explain about the thread.  But it is hard for others to see.  While you hold it you can’t get lost.  Tragedies happen; people get hurt or die; and you suffer and get old.  Nothing you do can stop time’s unfolding.  You don’t ever let go of the thread.  William Stafford  1914 – 1993,  “The Way It Is”  August 2,1993

    …it was there before the beginning of time (my time anyway); its workout and social fabric sustained me throughout much of my 30’s; it took backseat after my marriage; and now, twenty years later, with my marriage dissolved, St. Paul Rugby is there to hold me, sustain me, grow me and guide me.  I’ve embraced the new boys and they’ve accepted me into the fold.  I feel like I’ve returned home, to a home I never even knew I had.

    It is a continuum – for me in a sense, biblical.  Definitely, Rugby is symbolic and is a tangible metaphor for my life.  It is a path I am on which sustained me prior to marriage, from which I deviated and to which I have now returned.  It is a path allegedly paved by William Webb Ellis in 1823 which preceded my love of American football at an early age, and which mysteriously pulled at me from the recesses of consciousness in my late 20’s.  I knew there was something called Rugby, from England, and from which American football evolved.  But I knew absolutely nothing about it.  In 1985, Rugby had a face for me in the Twin Cities: Metro Rugby RFC, through a gentleman I worked with and who had played at UW-Eau Claire.  (More about my pre-Pig days at a later date).

    Perhaps it was right that I not discover Rugby until age 30. It is a more mature and complex game than American football.  It is more fluid, and both less glamorous and more glamorous. It is truly a team sport, where most of the same skills are demanded of every player; every player plays both offense and defense, and is capable at any time of scoring be it in forward play or back play.  Also, our coaches are typically our peers, unpaid, and impart selflessly their knowledge, love of the game, patience and hopes through their sacrifice, time and planning.  None of us play for money but, in fact, pay to play.  Players are typically mature, self-directed, draw from a deeper pool of life experience, I believe.  The other beauty of Rugby to me is that few of us take ourselves too seriously; or most of us are unafraid to laugh at ourselves and occasionally be outrageously foolish. This is one of the charms of Rugby culture which initially draws us in.  And this tendency toward foolishness (which liberates us from the constraints or expectations of society / job / family), along with the constructive release of our aggressions on the pitch, combine to make us, overall, very well-balanced human beings.  (Anyone who disagrees with this last assertion, I’ll gladly have it out with you over a pitcher of beer – hopefully Newcastle, but I’ve learned to appreciate the cheaper American lagers over the past few weekends).

     On another level Rugby, as I know it, is absolutely unlike any professional or recreational sport in that the host team provides a social for the opposing team, where beer (or other beverage), food, fellowship, songs and the centuries-old tradition of snuff (if Cros or Kato are present) are shared.  This hospitality, I believe, in addition to the love of the sport, is what appeals so much to us Americans.  Can you imagine the Yankees/Twins, Packers/Vikings or opposing teams at a local bowling league actively socializing together for three or more hours after the competition singing foolish, old songs, aspiring to heights of foolishness to win the party?…  professionals are too aloof, too elite….  your local recreational bowling or softball team may be too insular or exclusive. This tradition speaks to me on a broader level; ideally (and I don’t always achieve this), we should resist judging an opponent, perceived enemy, an aggressive driver until you get to know them, perhaps over a drink or a meal… get to know their story.

    A fellow I work with keeps telling me how he’s getting in shape and he can’t wait to “hurt” some people on the Rugby field. Granted, I like that he’s interested in the game.  But he’s really got it all wrong.  I told him yes, we practice and play hard but there is so much more to the game, starting with the spectacular individuals which make up our team – and I don’t mean athletically; I mean the quality of the people, the personalities, people you support in the scrum or ruck and people you support and care about off the field.  My hope is that if this guy ever does come out for the Pigs, he’ll be transformed with a love of the game, softened with the almost familial sense of inclusion, and his world will be broadened.  As it stands now, this gent has only a distant, fear-based perception of Rugby rather than a present, living passion based in love.

    And let’s not forget the “outlaw” (help me here – I’ve been trying to come up with the right word) origins of the game, After all, Webb Ellis did something radically outside the rules.  Brazen a move though it was, he articulated for many – then and for future generations – the latent possibilities, excitement, liberation and pleasure of running with the ball in your hands and tackling the opponent with your shoulder and legs, driving him back or bringing him down.  It was bold, brash and brought out the natural aggession we all have, which soccer so poorly suppresses and disguises.  And while Rugby is no longer revolutionary (it has an almost 200-year history and has been played for some time within the confines of ever-evolving Rugby Laws) we all still embrace the boldness, however it played out, with which Rugby evolved from soccer. And we Americans will always embrace Rugby as it stands so uniquely apart from our stop/start, self-important, flamboyant, overpaid American football.  Rugby is beautiful, intelligent, understated, bold, primal, ideally selfless.

    I have often maintained that the “hitting” aspect of Rugby is something rarely taught; you either love it/crave it or you want nothing to do with it.  Hitting and getting hit are wonderful, immediate and visceral affirmations of “Yes – I am alive!  That felt great!  I’m ready to keep on fighting!”  Undoubterdly, I learned hitting as I emulated my beloved Packers, growing up in eastern Wisconsin, playing neighborhood tackle football.  Certainly in Junior (Middle) High School and through High School, I nurtured that love of contact through organized football.  At age 55 I still crave the training for rugby: weightlifting, running, pilates and now pulling Kramer’s truck!  I still love being on the field late morning or early afternoon, sun, overcast, rain or snow.  I have come to know the different scents of the earth, grass and air on the pitch in varying weather conditions. I will always cherish the fading sun as we practice late in early spring or in the shortening days of autumn.  I still crave the chaos, the contact, the hitting, the ever-striving for the perfect gap, the perfect tackle, the perfect ruck, raging against the anonymous – yet named opponent.

    Never  am I striving to hurt an opponent; in fact, the opponent is merely an abstraction – a real-life, tangible obstacle in my intangible pursuit to be the best that I can be, to be as mentally sharp and as physically fit as I can be, to persist through and overcome difficulty and disappointment in my life.  And while I still struggle to grasp some Rugby fundamentals and need repitition upon repetition (you gents have all seen me struggle to do a rucking drill), I see all this as life unfolding as it should for me.

    Rugby has become an imperative in my life, much like sleeping, dreaming, eating, going to work.  It has become instinctual, like the autumn migration of birds, the perilous march of the Emperor penguins in the Antarctic, the female sea turtle which returns to her native sands to dig, lay and bury her eggs, the hatchlings which upon piercing through their shells, instinctively scatter into the sea, only a few to survive.

    And this brings me back to the beginning.  Rugby is a metaphor for my life.  Not that my life is a constant athletic contest.  But there have been losses, things I wish might have been different, things I’ve fought to overcome. This is the life I’ve been given.  It is a wonderful life, I am blessed and grateful for many things.  Yet Rugby remains that realm where I can strive for excellence in tactile skills and physical performance/expression which my worklife may not afford and through which I can transcend all frustration, loss and regret.

    Though I’ve had challenges in life – and who hasn’t? – I view myself as a happy, positive and well-adjusted human being. True, what doesn’t kill us makes us stronger.  I’m also passionate; I love life, diversity, learning and excellence in work, art / craft or sport / physical conditioning..  As a person, I love, grieve, strive, learn, play and work with passion.  And I know many of you share some of my passions.  And those of you I don’t know, I would ask, what man would put himself on the Rugby pitch for eighty minutes or 140 minutes (playing both A & B games) and deny that he has passion?

    This is my story.  I make no apologies.  I have done this exercise, hoping to articulate how Rugby fits within the context of my life and perhaps to some degree, yours.  Sure, some of my story and perceptions are serious.  You may be wondering, this dude is serious – doesn’t Chip play just for the sport, the fun, the partying?  Well, yes.  But Rugby is more than just technical excellence, conditioning, fun and festivity.  It is life and passion, winning and losing, striving, struggling, succeeding, denial, getting back up and fighting on, celebrating.  It is the “thread” in my life’s fabric.

    I invite you to share your story.

    Chip Stroebel

    May 15, 2010

  • Broadcast

    Rugby Renaissance

    Over the year’s rugby has touch each of us differently.  One of our current players who no longer goes by the title of Old Boy is Chip Stroebel.  Chip has been playing rugby on and off for quite some time.  He is well known amougst the older as well as younger players.  Chip is never afraid to stick his head inside the ruck during the game or inside a pitcher at the party.  Click here to read Chip’s account of his playing days with the Pigs as well as what rugby has meant to him over the years.

  • Events - Pig Roast

    2010 Saulala Mafi Pig Roast

    This Saturday, May 22nd immediately following our match will be the 3rd Annual Saulala Mafi Pig Roast.  $15 gets you free beer and food all evening.  Get an autograph or take your picture with your favorite Saint Paul Rugby Player.  The annual Pigs raffle will take place that evening as well.  Fabulous, unbelievable, priceless prizes await.  For more information contact Stephan GrandPre at 612-360-8110.

  • Match Info

    May 22nd – College Select Sides

    This Saturday the Pigs will take on the College Select Sides.  Game time is at 1pm at the Eagan Community Center.  If you plan on playing be at the pitch at 11:30am to help set up the field.  Be kitted and ready to go at 12pm SHARP!  Click here for directions to the pitch.

  • Match Report

    Saturday Recap

    Last Saturday the 15th the Saint Paul Pigs took on the Banshees rugby team in their annual Spring game.  It was a beautiful Saturday afternoon for rugby.  The first half both found both teams pounding on each other between the 22’s.  The Banshees found the try zone first and put up a 5-0 score.  They followed with a second try and increase their lead to 12-0.  The Pigs first try came from Scott Colby with a gallop down the side line.  Colby followed with a second try through the middle of the Banshee back line to close the score.  At half time the Banshees held a slight advantage over the Pigs.  In the second half the heat caught up to the Pigs and they weren’t able to close the gap any further.  Thanks to everyone who made it out and to those strong souls who stepped up to play both A and B side matches.

  • Match Info

    May 15th versus Banchees

    This Saturday, May 15th the Pigs will be taking on the Eastside Banchees.  Game is at 1pm with a B-side to follow at 2:45pm.  Game is at the Eagan Community Center.  Click here for directions.  Social to follow at Hubert’s down by the dome.  Hope to see everyone there.