In our country, true teams rarely exist. Social barriers and personal ambitions have reduced athletes to dissolute cliques or individuals thrown together for mutual profit. Yet these rugby players, with their muddied, cracked bodies, are struggling to hold onto a sense of humanity that we have lost and are unlikely to regain. The game may only be to move a ball forward on a dirt field, but the task can be accomplished with an unshackled joy and its memories will be a permanent delight. The women and men who play on that rugby field are more alive than too many of us will ever be. The foolish emptiness we think we perceive in their existence is only our own. -Victor Cahn

Far better is it to dare mighty things, to win glorious triumphs, even though checkered by failure than to rank with those poor spirits who neither enjoy much nor suffer much, because they live in a gray twilight that knows not victory nor defeat - Theodore Roosevelt

The credit belongs to the man who is actually in the arena, whose face is marred by the dirt and sweat and blood, who strives valiantly and spends himself in a worthy cause so that his place shall never be with those cold and timid souls who know neither defeat or victory - Theodore Roosevelt