To: Pasadena RFC.
Re: An Essay
A couple weeks ago, I had the tremendous opportunity to play against the storied Pasadena RFC. Not only did I leave Pasadena with great image of a great club, but also without the team set of game jerseys. After a few weeks of holding my breath, as well as being berated, abused and badly treated. I was informed that the jerseys were safely in the hands of gentlemen and had not been defaced… or at least to the best of my knowledge.
This is the question, “what makes a Pasadena Rugby great? First off, anyone with distaste for the filthy cunts of eagle rock are already aces in my book. Secondly, my observation of your drink up was one of a fun bunch of guys who are to be commended for their treatment of rookies, as well as their token vegetarian. I have not seen a club with such an appreciation for meat (of course that statement excludes the Rebellion and Armada). Third, upon visiting your clubs website I was impressed with your charitable contributions to the Ronald McDonald house, while being classy enough about it to not write a full Wikipedia page about how charitable you are... (Cough, cough, sniffle, OMBAC). However, maintaining just enough ego to require this essay about your own greatness.
Seriously though thank you very much for the safe return of the jerseys (and my ass) and best of luck this season.
Andy
OC Bucks (Dumb ass who left the Jerseys behind)
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