This was undoubtably the hardest story I ever had to write - and
I blame them. You see, the only way they would be interviewed is if I
would come join them at a house party and drink with them. Now I am a
drinker, so I said I would. But I brought my micro-cassette recorder
and three tapes, and the last two tapes were useless. I couldn't tell
what I was asking, let alone what any of them were answering. Though,
in moments of some lucidity, I could tell we were discussing Iraq, the
tax base, Canadian girls, and the NFL. But, as God as my witness,
everything in the story had to come off the first tape (and most of that
was off the first side of the first tape). These guys say they've
never lost a party. They're not lying.
It has been said
that soccer is a gentlemen’s game played by hooligans, but that rugby
is a hooligan’s game played by gentlemen. It is a violent game, fast
moving and dangerous, immortalized by the bumper sticker that reads,
“Give Blood. Play Rugby.” In Jackson, those gentlemen who participate in
the hooligan’s game are known as the Jackson Rugby Football Club.
Though
the majority of local sports fans are not even aware that the club
exists, the Jackson Rugby FC began in 1974 and has been active since.
The club competes nationally with 365 different teams in their division.
Currently the team plays their matches at Chastain School, at 4650
Manhattan Road.
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Tuesday, July 1, 2003
Thursday, May 15, 2003
Magic on the Court (Sports Cover Story)
This was one of the first pieces I did that I was thoroughly
proud of. It was a hoot hanging out with these guys, and I did my best
to make sure their personalities came out in the piece. Ever since, it
became a standard in my pieces to do that.
It’s a typical Thursday night at Champion Johnnie Community Center in Jackson. Four men are playing a fast pickup basketball game. Shouts ring out: “Go to the net!” “Right here!” “Shoot!” Their voices echo off the walls, mixing with the squeak of rubber against the floor. The ball travels from hand to hand before James Clayton grabs it and takes a quick shot. The ball bounces off the rim and back. Clayton and another player, Bob Woods, grab for it. Both barely touch it, but the ball bounces past and out of bounds.
Clayton and Woods both race to the ball and immediately start arguing about which of them, if either, touched it and who touched it last. Clayton finally ends the argument by simply throwing the ball inbounds to his teammate. Woods races by and yells:
“He’s a cheater! Put that in the story!”
It’s a typical Thursday night at Champion Johnnie Community Center in Jackson. Four men are playing a fast pickup basketball game. Shouts ring out: “Go to the net!” “Right here!” “Shoot!” Their voices echo off the walls, mixing with the squeak of rubber against the floor. The ball travels from hand to hand before James Clayton grabs it and takes a quick shot. The ball bounces off the rim and back. Clayton and another player, Bob Woods, grab for it. Both barely touch it, but the ball bounces past and out of bounds.
Clayton and Woods both race to the ball and immediately start arguing about which of them, if either, touched it and who touched it last. Clayton finally ends the argument by simply throwing the ball inbounds to his teammate. Woods races by and yells:
“He’s a cheater! Put that in the story!”
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