LPRFC D4 59 Kenosha 7

LPRFC D4 59 Kenosha 7

In the grand theatre of Midwestern rugby, Lincoln Park D4 orchestrated a symphony of destruction, leaving Kenosha battered and bewildered in a 59-7 thrashing that will echo through the annals of the league for seasons to come.

At the heart of this ruthless display was the mercurial McCann, pulling the strings at fly-half with the grace of a virtuoso and the cunning of a card sharp. Spurred on by his own personal chorus line on the sidelines, McCann carved through Kenosha’s defence like a hot knife through butter, notching up a quartet of tries that left the opposition questioning their life choices.

But this was no one-man show. In the engine room, Swancy proved to be a second-row colossus, combining the light fingers of a master thief with the raw power of a charging rhino. His performance was a masterclass in the dark arts of forward play, leaving Kenosha’s pack looking like lost sheep in a wolf’s den.

The front row, often the unsung heroes of any rugby match, today sang louder than a Welsh male voice choir. Robb and Lyons slotted in with the seamless precision of a Swiss watch, while David – oh, David! – redefined the role of the modern prop. Watching him gallop across the turf before contact was like witnessing a wildebeest migration in miniature. One can only imagine the nightmares that will haunt Kenosha’s tacklers in the weeks to come.

And let us not forget the boot of Clarke, as reliable as death and taxes. His conversion rate of 7 from 9 ensured that each try was given its full due, turning what could have been merely a victory into an absolute rout.

As for Kenosha, they found themselves mere spectators to their own demise. Their defensive line, sliding to cover the outside channels with all the effectiveness of a chocolate teapot, left gaps that McCann exploited with gleeful abandon. Their solitary try stands as a lone candle in the face of a hurricane – admirable in its defiance, but ultimately futile.

In the end, this was more than a match; it was a statement. Lincoln Park D4 have thrown down the gauntlet, and as they bask in the afterglow of their second emphatic victory of the season, one can’t help but wonder: is this the birth of a dynasty, or merely a fleeting moment of brilliance? Only time will tell, but one thing is certain – rugby in these parts will never be the same again.

Team: Robb, Lyons T, David, Foley, Swancy, Church, Sisti, Olander, Walsh E, McCann, DeLisa, Daley, Clarke, Walther, Rosenfeld

Finishers: Rowley, Carter, Patat, Brach, McDonough, Callovini, Niewinski, Clark

Try: McCann 4, Swancy 3, Daley 1, Walsh 1
Con: Clarke 7

LPRFC D2 7 Chicago Blaze 71

LPRFC D2 7 Chicago Blaze 71

In a display of tactical acumen and relentless pressure, Chicago Blaze outmaneuvered Lincoln Park in a contest that showcased the ruthless efficiency of a well-executed kicking game. Park, for all their early promise and ball retention, found themselves on the back foot as Blaze unleashed a barrage of long, searching kicks that pinned their opponents deep in their own territory.

The opening quarter saw Park’s initial brightness fade into a two-try deficit, a testament to Blaze’s clinical exploitation of field position. Their chasers, like hounds after foxes, harried the Park back three, forcing errors that would make a schoolboy blush. It was a masterclass in territorial domination, with Blaze conducting the orchestra and Park merely along for the cacophonous ride.

Amidst the wreckage of Park’s gameplan, there were glimmers of resistance. Husselbee, a centre with the subtle touch of a sledgehammer, carved paths through the Blaze defense with runs that spoke of raw power and determination. His defensive efforts were equally noteworthy, each tackle a seismic event that resonated across the pitch.

In the engine room, Mainquist playing his first game at prop, announced his arrival with the subtlety of a freight train. The front row forward not only held his own in the dark arts of the scrum but carried the ball with the zeal of a man possessed. His defensive work rate was nothing short of Herculean, a beacon of hope in Park’s faltering resistance.

Park’s lone try, a silver lining in an otherwise leaden sky, came courtesy of the ever-reliable Rivera. The hooker’s scoring streak, now extending to every game this season, speaks volumes of his predatory instincts. Yet, in the grand scheme of this encounter, it was but a footnote in Blaze’s dominant narrative.

As the second half wore on, Park’s resolve melted faster than an ice cream in the Sahara. The heat, both from the weather and Blaze’s relentless onslaught, saw their structure wilt and waver. It was a sobering lesson in the importance of adaptability and resilience at this level of the game.

For Lincoln Park, the road ahead looks as challenging as a tightrope walk over Niagara Falls. They’ll be hoping for a phoenix-like rise from these ashes next week,

Blaze, meanwhile, will march on, their kicking game a weapon as potent as any in the arsenal of modern rugby. Today was a reminder that in the grand chess game of rugby, sometimes the boot is mightier than the hand.

Team: Mainquist, Rivera, Leyman, DeBacker, Mulkerin, Anderson, Fehr, Jahner, Aiello, Carso, Polansky, Cooley, Husselbee, Wafer, Finnegan

Finishers: Walker, Primdahl, Davey, Karris, LaFlore, Nolan, Scully, Walsh J

Try: Rivera 1
Con: Jahner 1

LPRFC D4 43 Fox Valley D4 14

LPRFC D4 43 Fox Valley D4 14

In a display that would have had the rugby gods nodding in approval, Lincoln Park’s D4 side unleashed a performance against Fox Valley that was as swift as it was merciless. The match kicked off with a try that had barely given the spectators time to settle into their seats, as LaFlore etched his name into club folklore with possibly the fastest debut try in Lincoln Park’s history. A mere 30 seconds had elapsed when, following a bustling 50-yard run that left Fox Valley defenders grabbing at thin air, LaFlore demonstrated the opportunism of a seasoned poacher, scooping up an errant Fox Valley pass to dot down. It was a start that had ‘statement of intent’ written all over it in bold, capital letters.

But Park were far from done. Just five minutes later, they served up a try of such exquisite quality that it deserved to be hung in the Louvre. A counter-attack initiated by Karris down the right flank, which had more zip than a caffeinated cheetah, was swiftly recycled. The ball then zipped through hands with the precision of a Swiss watchmaker before finding Beniana, who bulldozed over with all the subtlety of a rhino in a china shop.

In midfield, Clarke, Sisti and Foley turned the area into a no-go zone for Fox Valley, their tackling so ferocious it should have come with a health warning. Fox Valley runners were chopped down with such regularity, one half expected to see lumberjacks applying for the positions.

However, the rugby gods have a way of reminding us of the game’s inherent dangers. A sobering moment came just before half-time when a Fox Valley player suffered a neck injury. The ever-vigilant ILBJ staff sprang into action with the efficiency of a well-oiled machine, and an ambulance was summoned. Our thoughts and best wishes go out for a full recovery, and it’s heartening to hear that he’s on the mend.

After the break, Park picked up where they left off, with Olander scoring a try so simple it could have been gift-wrapped. Picking up a fumbled ball a yard out under the posts, Olander probably expended more energy celebrating than actually scoring.

The introduction of fresh legs proved to be a masterstroke. Daley came off the bench like a man possessed, notching two tries from powerful runs and coming within a whisker of a hat-trick. Not to be outdone, Schoenes and Niewinski also got in on the act, crossing the whitewash on their respective wings with the eagerness of children racing for the last slice of cake.

In the end, Lincoln Park’s performance was as complete as it was dominant. If they can maintain this level of play, opposition teams might start checking the fixture list with the same trepidation one reserves for a dentist appointment. As for Fox Valley, they’ll be licking their wounds and hoping that the rugby gods show them more favor in their next outing. On this evidence, Lincoln Park’s D4 side isn’t just playing rugby – they’re redefining it.

 

Team: Wilson J, Walker, David, Lyons Z, Smith, Sisti, Beniana, Foley, Kishore, Rosenfeld, Callovini, LaFlore, Clarke, Olander, Karris

Finishers: Lyons T, Rowley, Robb, Patat, Daley, Schoenes, Huschen, Niewinski

Try: Daley 2, LaFlore 1, Beniana 1, Olander 1, Schones 1, Niewinski 1
Con: Clarke 3, Walker 1

LPRFC D2 48 Fox Valley D2 19

LPRFC D2 48 Fox Valley D2 19

In a display that would warm the cockles of any rugby purist’s heart, Lincoln Park’s D2 side put on a masterclass of forward dominance and backline flair against Fox Valley on a day when the wind threatened to be the 16th man. The cool conditions did little to dampen the fire in the bellies of Park’s engine room, with locks JJ Driscoll and Garrett Mulkerin delivering a performance that had their opponents wishing they’d stayed in bed.

Driscoll, in particular, seemed to have raided the bag of tricks usually reserved for fancy-dan backs. His slight of hand with out-the-back passes left Fox Valley defenders grasping at shadows, while his brief cameo as an impromptu scrum-half had him channelling his inner Aaron Smith with such conviction that one half expected to see the All Black maestro applauding from the sidelines.

But it was Cooley who stole the headlines, his hat-trick a dagger to Fox Valley’s hopes. The centre carved through the opposition defence with the precision of a surgeon and the bedside manner of a butcher, leaving a trail of broken tackles and bruised egos in his wake.

Park’s ability to use the width of the pitch was a marked improvement from their previous outing. Polansky and DeLisa on the wings were more involved than a pair of politicians at a free buffet, their involvement crucial in stretching the Fox Valley defence to breaking point.

In the midfield, Carso brought a level of composure that had been sorely missed, his steady hand guiding Park’s attack with the assurance of a seasoned conductor. Yet, for all their dominance, Park still managed to leave points begging, their lack of clinical efficiency at times as frustrating as a keyless lock.

Fox Valley, to their credit, refused to roll over and play dead. A brace of late tries brought them closer on the scoreboard, if not in the actual contest. It was a reminder to Park that in rugby, as in life, it’s not over until the final whistle blows.

In the end, Lincoln Park’s victory was as comprehensive as it was encouraging. If they can marry this level of forward dominance and backline creativity with a more ruthless finishing touch, they’ll be a force to be reckoned with in the D2 ranks. As for Fox Valley, they’ll lick their wounds and hope that the next time they face Park, the wind blows in their favour – because on this evidence, they’ll need all the help they can get.

Team: Modev, Rivera, Leyman, Driscoll, Mulkerin, Fehr, Anderson, Jahner, Aiello, Carso, DeLisa, Cooley, Husselbee, Polansky, Finnegan

Finishers: Melody, Mainquist, DeBacker, Church, Nolan, Chrisos, McCann, Scully

Try: Cooley 3, Jahner 1, Leyman 1, DeLisa 1, Rivera 1, Finnegan 1
Con: Jahner 4

Chicago Lions 36 LPRFC D2 10

In the sweltering heat of a Chicago summer, Lincoln Park and the Chicago Lions clashed in a contest that laid bare the harsh realities of rugby’s unforgiving nature. With the mercury pushing into the high 80s, Park blooded two debutants – Adam Cooley in the midfield and George Daley in the engine room – but it was their exit strategy, or lack thereof, that gifted the Lions an early advantage.

The Lions, ever the opportunists, pounced on Park’s territorial generosity, turning a botched clearance into a scrum and subsequent try. The scoreboard ticked over again when a Park handling error was ruthlessly punished, the Lions’ centre scooping up the loose ball to extend their lead.

Park’s riposte came through the bullish Rivera, who peeled off a maul with the subtlety of a freight train to barge over. Rivera’s carrying was a rare bright spot in an otherwise disjointed Park performance, his several strong runs a testament to his individual quality amidst the collective struggle.

Yet for all Rivera’s endeavour, Park’s lack of cohesion was their undoing. Handling errors plagued their attacking forays, while a litany of penalties at the breakdown – mostly for the cardinal sin of holding on – kept them pinned in their own half. The referee’s whistle became a soundtrack of frustration for the Park faithful.

The Lions’ dominance was further underlined by a penalty try just before the interval, though Park could take some solace from their scrum, which stood firm against the tide. The Lions, for their part, found their lineout to be less than a sure thing, offering Park a glimmer of hope in the set-piece battle.

As the second half unfolded, the Lions stretched their legs and their lead, dotting down twice more to put the result beyond doubt. Park, however, refused to go quietly into the night. DeLisa, with pace that would make a cheetah blush, scorched down the right touchline for a 40-yard try that served as a reminder of the latent talent in the Park ranks.

In the end, it was a day when the Lions roared and Park whimpered. For the debutants, Cooley and Daley, it was a baptism of fire that will either forge them into harder, sharper players or leave them questioning their life choices. As for Park, they’ll need to address their continuity issues and breakdown discipline if they hope to avoid similar maulings in the future. The Lions, meanwhile, will take this victory and look to build on a performance that, while not flawless, showed enough teeth to suggest they’ll be a force to be reckoned with this season.