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Letters 08-31-2015

Inalienable Rights This is a response to the “No More State Theatre” in your August 24th edition. I think I will not be the only response to this pathetic and narrow-minded letter that seems rather out of place in the northern Michigan that I know. To think we will not be getting your 25 cents for the movie you refused to see, but more importantly we will be without your “two cents” on your thoughts of a marriage at the State Theatre...

Enthusiastically Democratic Since I was one of the approximately 160 people present at when Senator Debbie Stabenow spoke on August 14 in Charlevoix, I was surprised to read in a letter to Northern Express that there was a “rather muted” response to Debbie’s announcement that she has endorsed Hillary Clinton for president...

Not Hurting I surely think the State Theatre will survive not having the homophobic presence of Colleen Smith and her family attend any matinees. I think “Ms.” Smith might also want to make sure that any medical personnel, bank staff, grocery store staff, waiters and/or waitress, etc. are not homosexual before accepting any service or product from them...

Stay Home I did not know whether to laugh or cry when I read the letter of the extremely homophobic, “disgusted” writer. She now refuses to patronize the State Theatre because she evidently feels that its confines have been poisoned by the gay wedding ceremony held there...

Keep Away In response to Colleen Smith of Cadillac who refused to bring her family to the State Theatre because there was a gay wedding there: Keep your 25 cents and your family out of Traverse City...

Celebrating Moore And A Theatre I was 10 years old when I had the privilege to see my first film at the State Theatre. I will never forget that experience. The screen was almost the size of my bedroom I shared with my older sister. The bursting sounds made me believe I was part of the film...

Outdated Thinking This letter is in response to Colleen Smith. She made public her choice to no longer go to the State Theater due to the fact that “some homosexuals” got married there. I’m not outraged by her choice; we don’t need any more hateful, self-righteous bigots in our town. She can keep her 25 cents...

Mackinac Pipeline Must Be Shut Down Crude oil flowing through Enbridge’s 60-yearold pipeline beneath the Mackinac Straits and the largest collection of fresh water on the planet should be a serious concern for every resident of the USA and Canada. Enbridge has a very “accident” prone track record...

Your Rights To Colleen, who wrote about the State Theatre: Let me thank you for sharing your views; I think most of us are well in support of the first amendment, because as you know- it gives everyone the opportunity to express their opinions. I also wanted to thank Northern Express for not shutting down these types of letters right at the source but rather giving the community a platform for education...

No Role Model [Fascinating Person from last week’s issue] Jada quoted: “I want to be a role model for girls who are interested in being in the outdoors.” I enjoy being in the outdoors, but I don’t want to kill animals for trophy...

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Fastforwarding to the past

George Foster - September 1st, 2008
This must be my mid-life crisis. I continually hear how men my age and younger often experience a mid-life crisis after being married with children for decades. My married life has only spanned three years, so my youth-based fantasy can hardly be blamed on family fatigue.
You see, for the past couple of years, I have dreamed of playing rugby one more time. My life revolved around playing rugby for about six years in the early 1970s. As a member of the Detroit and Michigan State rugby football clubs at various times, it was the most memorable time of my life. During the fall and spring, two nights per week were spent practicing, while Saturdays were set aside for games at locations around the Midwest.
American football was actually derived from rugby. Having been seriously involved in both as organized sports, my opinion is that playing rugby is much more fun. I think of rugby as a combination of football and soccer. When you view rugby for the first time, each team’s 15 players seem to be playing something akin to football in soccer uniforms.
The camaraderie among the players is a big attraction for those hooked on rugby. They come in many sizes, from all walks of life, and of different ages. Some of the most exuberant players come from other countries where rugby is actually the national sport, such as in New Zealand. In the 1970s, my rugby teammates were my best friends.
Wild post-game parties attended by players of both teams - who had fought each other ferociously only hours previously - is one of the universal characteristics of rugby. Salty rugby songs of European and Australian origin are usually sung in unison as the night wears on.
The only problem with my desire to play rugby one more time was I hadn’t played in eons and couldn’t claim to be in good physical shape necessary for 90 minutes of mayhem. There was no thought of playing a full-speed game; only the hope of playing in one of the so-called Old Boy games. At 35 and older, the Old Boys have modified rules to help the alumni survive an entire game.
When the Blues (based in Traverse City) offered to use me in a game against the Detroit Old Boys in the recent Cherry Pit Rugby Tournament, I jumped at the chance. Hooray, my old mouthpiece and rugby shorts still fit. Of course, I don’t think the Blues realized I was 20 years older than some of their “old boys” and hadn’t laced up a pair of rugby boots in over 33 years.
After a short pre-game warm-up, I was already breathing heavily. My image of playing a casual game was quickly short-circuited when the referee announced we would not be playing Old Boys rules; the game would be expected to be very competitive. Then, I noticed that the Detroit team had many huge, athletic players who appeared younger than 35. Had Detroit noticed the success of the Chinese gymnasts who allegedly lied about their ages and sneaked some young-bloods into this game?
Around the time of the opening kickoff, a downpour of rain soaked everyone and continued for most of the game. Maybe it a sign from above that I should be home sleeping in. Oh well, no going back now.
I had expected the Old Boys to be a group of out-of-shape graybeards leaning on each other. Instead, both teams were very serious, hustling everywhere, sometimes trampling me when I got in the way. I ran around for a few minutes with the rest until it suddenly became clear I wasn’t the player I was in 1975. I was gassed for virtually the rest of the game. The score wasn’t even close as the Detroit Old Boys beat us decisively. My body remained stiff and sore for a week with the usual gashes and bruises.
In other words, I HAD A GREAT TIME. Rugby scrumming, rucking, and lineouts were still familiar after all these years - no problem. Once I got used to the speed of the game, I didn’t embarrass myself too much and actually was involved in a few tackles. Despite my early fatigue, it is undeniable that I had a great physical workout. When is the next game scheduled, lads?
Many thanks to the Grand Traverse Rugby Club (better know as the Blues) for showing me a good time and helping to fulfill a dream. The Blues are Northern Michigan’s rugby team and offers four different squads: the men’s team, alumni (Old Boys), under 19 boys, and under 19 girls teams. Rugby experience is not required for new players. For more information, log on to www.tcrugby.com or call Coach Tony Dell’Acqua at 231-499-7901.


 
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