The uneducated ramblings of a former Pasadena RFC lock.

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Oops,
Tanner

Thursday, August 30, 2007

Player of the Month: August

Seamus Fahey attended Cathedral High School in Massachusetts where he befriended Will Hunting and, in a bizarre drinking game, made him memorize the Parseval's Theorem from Fourier analysis. Will became a janitor, (of all things??) but Seamus sacked up, went to college (ending his academic career with a BS in chemical engenering and a MBA) and found rugby. Seamus started playing rugby in 1996 while at Clarkson University in New York. He learned his trade as a hooker and then prop bouncing from men’s team to men’s team before landing with the maroon and black of Pasadena RFC at the start of the 2007 season.

Seamus counts his most successful season as his first with Pasadena. Obviously an 11-0 season and traveling to South Carolina was something that every player that year will recall with pride, but remember… Seamus almost didn’t make it. For some reason, he bought a ticket for 2008. OHHHH EIGHT! Nonetheless, Seamus was a mainstay at prop, his veteran leadership was invaluable and his consistency throwing in the line allowed us to dominate.

After the decision was made to move to up to the 2nd division for the 2008 season, most players knew that if they were to compete (not only on Saturday against formidable opponents…but with teammates for starting positions as well) they would have to take their skills, passion and fitness to another level. Over the past month, Seamus has shown what determination and Krom can accomplish. Under the tutelage of our very own Casey Stonemover, Seamus completed this…this…“work out from hell” and posted the most gains. Seamus, along with Brian, has a very long way to drive to get to the gym in Arcadia. I think he knew that having his buddies waiting for him each night held him accountable and pushed him to be better, faster, stronger. Currently, he is set to start the second phase of the demon work out, Seamus has pushed himself over the last few months as hard as any other play we have seen. His desire to be a starter and his dedication to “preparing to win” should shame almost every other player on the team. While I will be reeling from Doc’s preseason practices. (insert maniacal laughter here) Seamus, and his clan of Iron Pushers, will be that much farther ahead…thus allowing us to compete at a higher level. So each of us that are thinking… “I should be running”…we should really be thinking…“thank you.”

Congratulations Seamus. Keep up the hard work. Now, if we could just get you to wear a mouth guard. Those bloody gums are getting kinda freaky to look at during the after parties and we are afraid your look like this.

Oops, Tanner

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