Know Your Enemy: Karl Foley

Well, my dear alumni, it seems like we are doing the “first things first” introductions, which is fine with me. There is really only a couple things that you need to know about me, and the most important is….I’m this guy.

And I know what all you jokers are thinking: “Who the fuck is That Guy?” And you know what I have to say to all of you washed up old men? Relax, I go to Vassar. This is what I’m supposed to be doing. I’m a freshman, this is what college is all about. And I thought this was a free country.

In the interest of being fair, I’ll warn you guys. When you meet me, I’m gonna be a quiet, well-mannered, decently good looking young man, but as this picture attests, I can promise you that I’m the craziest son of a bitch you’re ever likely to meet. I mean, Dudes, just Look at me!

Well fellas, I’m not only that guy. I’m also this guy.

This is me and my girl. She doesn’t even go to Vassar, but I’m still with her, cause that’s what I do. I mean seriously fellas, would you just throw this away? I plowed so many chicks in high school that I thought it was time to settle down. Shit, people can laugh all they want, “Oh Karl, what are you doing at such a slutty school with a girlfriend from home?!” At these moments I do my Karl Chuckle. The lonely times are worth the smug satisfaction of turning away all those drunk, sexually liberated feminists as they throw themselves at my feet. As I walk out the door I slowly turn around and whisper, “I can’t, I have a girlfriend…..at home.” You should just see the looks on their faces!

What?! Someone is telling me I need to talk about rugby. Honestly, I don’t really see the point but I’ll tell you a couple tidbits. I’m the greatest freshman inside center that Vassar has ever seen. In fact, I’m so good that I’ve already been named a Captain. That’s right, I’m already known as Cap’n Karl and i’ve been playing for less than a year. And quite honestly fellas, you can forget about even approaching me unless you are willing to call me your Captain. Are you jealous Danny Thomas?!

In closing gentlemen, I may be young and in love, but I have stories and experiences that would blow your minds. Just this March, I entered Men’s Rugby Legend with a night that would make most of you blush recounting it to your wives. I’m just that good.

Comments (View)


Know your enemy — Brett Anker

First things first. I’m have a sick dummy kick / sidestep combo.  Its just sick nasty.  Actually, here’s a photo Stefan took when he was sitting on the sideline where he belongs. (I actually kicked it in this photo, cause well, all I really do outside of practice is kick the ball away.. but truust me the dummy kick sidestep craaazy

Lets just say I picked up this little trick during my month playing for VC soccer. Look its not a big deal, I got cut. I’m over it. It doesn’t even bother me at all. Unless I start drinking, but I stay away from that stuff cause it launches me into torrents of tears driven by memories of broken dreams.  

Sometimes, I still get sad, but a game of shirtless rub-the-tummy always cheers me up.

But lets get back to me being sick nasty. Not only am I crazy good on the field, but off the pitch I roll like king. Heres a little snapshot of me and my bro J. Senny. 

And check out my stash - I grow it from time to time to remind me that I dont need soccer am a unique person. This breezy sure digs it. 

I hope you’ve been running, cause me and my dummy kick will be waiting for your slow ass come founder’s day. 

Comments (View)


A Letter from Benin

Unfortunately, one of our finest won’t be able to make it to the Alumni Game, but we’ll forgive him, he’s doing great work in the Peace Corps in Benin!  If you have the chance, read the note from Tom Szymanski and donate to his project!

Hello Everyone,

So, I’ve been working as a rural community health volunteer here in Benin for the past eight months and it has been an extremely rewarding experience thus far. I may have mentioned some of my activities and projects to you in passing in what I’m sure seems a far-off place, but I’d like to introduce you to what I consider to be a very exciting initiative that you can actually be a part of. Here is a description: 

In the small agrarian village of Bessassi nearly everyone works in or with fields in some capacity. While subsistence agriculture does exist, crops are primarily harvested for export. As such, although Bessassi itself cultivates a wide array of nutritious produce the marketplace is paradoxically empty of these wholesome crops. Those who do not work with agriculture tend to be individuals who operate their own shops. These shopkeepers are overwhelmingly ‘foreigners’ coming either from other parts of Benin, or more commonly from neighboring Nigeria. The absence of a venue from which to sell local produce combined with the fact that the marketplace is dominated by foreigners has had drastic consequences for Bessassi, particularly in areas of communal health and socio-economic development.

These consequences have not gone unnoticed and currently a viable solution is within sight. A joint effort between a women’s group that makes traditional fabric by hand and the Committee for Tourism Development of Kalale have proposed plans to open and operate a community cooperative. The cooperative will be comprised of a workshop for fabric-making, a restaurant, and a boutique. These entities will be interdependent and all dedicated to the promotion of communal health, the empowerment of women, and to the facilitation of the socio-economic development of Bessassi itself. The eagerness of the community is reflected in the fact that preliminary construction activities have already begun, yet further funding is being solicited to ensure that Bessassi will be fully capable of taking ownership of some of its most pressing issues.

Below I have included the link to where you can make a donation. ALL DONATIONS MADE ARE TAX-DEDUCTABLE, AND WITH NO OVERHEAD CHARGES 100% OF THE DONATIONS WILL GO DIRECTLY TO MY PROJECT! Please feel free to ask any questions about the project itself or Bessassi more generally. Every contribution counts and on behalf of myself and the people of Bessassi, I would like to thank you for your consideration. Although my access to communication is limited I hope to speak with you soon! In the meantime check out my photo album “Benin”.


With a firm handshake in thought, 

Comments (View)


Comments (View)


"The alumni game is my favorite time of year. It’s like Christmas for sadistic[civilized], masochistic [compassionate], alcoholics [old folks]. “


Comments (View)


Know Your Enemy: Adam “Not So” Steel

I know what you’re thinking.  You’re thinking that I look really tough walking around a cul-de-sac with weights over my head.  You probably think that I’m an adonis, a modern day Hercules, a man so indestructible that only a cross-breed between Muhammed Ali and a cougar could take me down.  But, much like Jehan, I have an older role model too.  Tom Szymanski.

Now, some people take the approach of going to practice and lifting occasionally-never, but I went the other way.  I lifted constantly, took tons of roids protein, and got huuuge.  And much like Tom, my tiny little labrum snapped like a twig.  I know what you alums are thinking…you’re relieved that you wont have to face me this alumni game.

But you’re wrong.

I’ve been keeping in shape by joining the track team (yes, Vassar actually has a track team now), and being the best damn waterboy VC Rugby has ever seen.  I may not being able to get out there on the field April 30th, but if I was an alum, I’d be very cautious about drinking the water…

Comments (View)


Know Your Enemy: Jehan Shams

Yeah, that’s me in the middle, hands on my hips, not giving a f- - - while my scrumhalf gets DEEESTROYED.  But that’s ok, I come from a long line of Vassar rugby players that vacillate between too exhausted to do anything and straight up crazy man.  Kind of like this guy:

In fact, Dan Zabar is my hero in more ways than one.  I’ve taken to eating a diet exclusively of creamed corn and buying $35 in tchotchkes every time I go to The Galleria.  We are literally a match made in heaven, whether its “supporting” a runner,

or just relaxing on the beach,

When we meet on opposite sides of the front row come April 30th, the world might just explode from too much awesomeness.

Comments (View)


Thumbs up, Big Pink.

Comments (View)


Know Your Enemy: Ian Ruginski aka “Sandwich Junction”

The esteemed recipient of this year’s first “Know Your Enemy” profile is sophomore lock, Ian Ruginski. He was last year’s Rookie of the Year, and the owner of one of the more unusual nicknames to ever grace the VC rugby archives— Sandwich Junction.

Now, I know what you’re thinking. You’re thinking, “What? WTF kind of nickname is Sandwich Junction?! Wait, isn’t that the name of Dave Chase’s ska band?” And to answer your question, yes, it is in fact the name of Dave Chase’s ska band. Anyone with a Kazaa account should know that, but that’s neither here nor there.

The point is that the origins of this strange soubriquet, as they relate to Ian, are actually rooted firmly in VC rugby history: 2 years ago at the 2009 Beast of the East—the Iraq War of rugby tournaments—Ian and his family graciously hosted both the men and women’s teams for dinner at their Rhode Island restaurant, named… Sandwich Junction.


That’s right, y’all. He got his nickname from his family-owned restaurant. It just doesn’t get any more badass than that. And for the record, the food at Sandwich Junction was excellent, and Ian’s family members are truly wonderful people, not to mention die-hard VC rugby fans. To them we will always be indebted.

Also, it should be known that I actually used to be nicknamed after an establishment owned by my family, but the name never really stuck. Apparently, “Uncle Pete’s Discount Child Coffin Outlet” doesn’t have a good ring to it. But oh well. Different strokes.


Comments (View)


Open Letter from Winston

I just got this Facebook message from Winston and thought I’d pass it along:


As you all know the Alumni Game is three weeks away and it’s time to get HUGE. This year’s team is a joke and we will destroy them. Especially their props. But only if we all show up.

In the past few weeks I’ve driven up to the Farm with Andrew, met Tony Brown’s ladyfriend, run into Dave on the 6 train, had an awkward conversation with Conor in a bodega, gotten a drunken voicemail from Kevin and an incomprehensible text from Squints, learned about Nick Schmidt’s latest exploits, and exchanged semi-threatening glances with Garrett at the Vassar Sesquicentennial in DC. And all of this has reminded me how much I love our team.

So let’s have a big showing this year and destroy this year’s rugby team. I heard they just lost to NEW PALTZ!!!

Best Regards,


Comments (View)

Page 2 of 11