LPRFC D2 24 SSI 43

LPRFC D2 24 SSI 43

by | Oct 13, 2024 | Featured, Match Reports, News, Rugby

In the blustery winds of Chicago, Lincoln Park’s D2 side found themselves locked in a titanic struggle with SSI Irish, a match that ebbed and flowed like the nearby Lake Michigan until the men in white finally broke free in the dying embers of the contest.

The Irish, with the swagger of a team that had tasted victory before, struck early and often. Two well-worked tries in the opening stanza gave them a lead that lesser teams might have found insurmountable. But Lincoln Park, showing the grit and determination that has become their hallmark, refused to wilt under the onslaught.

It was Thomas who provided the spark for the home side, finishing off a move started by Wafer that had more twists and turns than a Dublin alleyway. The mercurial Carso, with a chip kick that Ronan O’Gara would have been proud of, set the stage. Finnegan, like marauding Celtic warriors of old, surged forward, dribbling the ball over the whitewash with all the finesse of Messi, before touching down.

The second half opened with the Irish extending their lead, threatening to turn the contest into a procession. But Lincoln Park, much like the city they represent, refused to go quietly into the night. Carso, with a sidestep that would make Shane Williams blush, carved through the Irish defense like a hot knife through butter, bringing the home crowd to their feet and hope to their hearts.

As the clock ticked past the hour mark, the Irish found another gear, one that Lincoln Park couldn’t match. They pulled away, leaving the home side to chase shadows in the fading light.

But there was still time for one last moment of magic. Husselbee, in his Park swansong, crossed the whitewash to put an exclamation point on a career that has been nothing short of remarkable. It was a try that spoke of defiance in the face of defeat, a reminder that in rugby, as in life, it’s not about how you start, but how you finish.

A word must be saved for young Panzica, thrust into the fray early after Rivera’s unfortunate injury. The lad responded with a tackling display that would have made Sam Underhill proud, proving once again that rugby’s greatest stories are often written by its understudies.

In the end, the Irish prevailed, their late flourish proving decisive. But Lincoln Park, in defeat, showed the kind of spirit that wins championships. On this evidence, their time will come, and when it does, the rugby world had better be ready.

Team: Melody, Rivera, Leyman, Davey, Mulkerin, Fehr, DeBacker, Anderson, Aiello, Carso, Thomas, Cooley, Wafer, Finnegan, Walsh J

Finishers: Panzica, Cullen, Mainquist, Keck, Lyons Z, Nolan, Polansky, Husselbee

Try: Thomas 1, Finnegan 1, Carso 1 Husselbee 1
Con: Walsh 2

LPRFC D2 7 Chicago Blaze 71

LPRFC D2 7 Chicago Blaze 71

by | Sep 16, 2024 | Featured, Match Reports, News, Rugby

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