HoUNDs
Hoary Old UND Stickmen
HoUNDs To Play at Alumni LAX Challenge in Phila, Sept 2003
Roster: Attack - Bob Morin ('69), Joe Anderson ('73), Len Niessen ('68)
Midfield: Dave Jurusik ('73), Boomer Norton ('80), Kevin Campion ('80), Dan Charhut ('80), John Farrell ('75), Joe Gladue ('80), Chuck Neff ('80)
Defense: TD Paulius ('76), Mo Beshlian ('80), Bob Gill ('80)
The Hounds are a Grand Masters level team that has played in several tournaments in the past few years... including Vail, Lake Placid and Weston (FL). The team has been organized by Tom "TD" Paulius '76 who
also plays Defense. The team has been coached by long-time ND coach, Rich O'Leary. While mostly made up of Notre Dame alums, several "outsiders" have rounded out the roster.
Hounds Photos from Philly and Placid (2003)
Report on the Florida Grandmasters Tournament by TD Paulius
Hounds Photos from Placid (2001) and Vail (2001)
Grandmaster of Lacrosse
by James A. Mack
Plastic armor gleams at night
Reflections of an eerie light
That shrouds a sacred battlefield
Where older players will not yield
In defiance of Father Time
He stands behind restraining line
Determined still to win the day
While keeping Father Time at bay
Although the body doth protest
And rebels too often, seeking rest
With stick in hand he takes his place
Determination marks his face
The whistle blows, the bodies clash
Out of the melee, comes a pass
Into the crosse and towards the crease
A flash of old, a quick release
If just for that one final time
Again, he was, back in his prime
No gray, no creaks, a lack of pain
Yes he plays still, for love of game
Like days of old, the shot careens
Past the defense, through the seams
Upper corner, right hand side
The shot was good, he beams with pride
Grandmaster of Lacrosse is he
He plays the game for love you see
Forever seeking games to play
Repeating feats of yesterday
Someday he'll have to step aside
More than a bit of him will die
But he can't see that coming yet
For he just rattled that old net
Somehow the aches don't hurt so much
Just for a time, he found his touch
And he delays that awful day
When he cannot get out and play
Grandmaster of Lacrosse is he
He plays the game for love you see
He carries on, well past his prime
To play the game, just one more time