In a nation obsessed with the self-obsession of the major leagues, rugby is a renegade, an underground world of amateur players who love the game for its spirit, its kinship, and its camaraderie. They love a beer after training, too, and a few more after the game. They want to make rugby a bigger deal than it is, but not at the expense of what they cherish most about it: friendship and fun.
Dan Payne, the athletic director of Life University in Atlanta and a former player, believes no other club in America has the spirit of Old Blue. On Saturday afternoon, Life, the reigning national Division 1 champions, defeated Old Blue 30-20 and after the game, while both teams shared beers and hot dogs outside in the spring sunshine, Payne told me, "We may have won today, but for the other 364 days of the year, Old Blue kicks everyone's ass."
That sort of remark is music to the ears of the likes of Murphy and Campbell and Marty Veale, the club's head coach. Veale, originally from Christchurch and a former ITM Cup player for both Northland and North Harbour, is loved by the players and the old boys - especially by Campbell. He is a meticulous coach, a deep thinker on the game, and most importantly a man who understands that culture underpins results. His team is diverse - the tighthead prop, Quentin Unsworth, is an archaeologist, centre Jasper Wilson a former senator's assistant (he is prone to falling for dummies). Young wing Brenny Pierre has graduated from West Side High School - a last-chance saloon. Brenny is one of a number of new players who have come through the Play Rugby USA programme, which brings the spirit and skills of the game to inner-city kids. A number of those kids have now gone on to colleges across the states on rugby scholarships. Without rugby, it is likely many of them would not have done so.
The programme was founded by Old Blue alumnus Mark Griffin, MBE. Its biggest donor is Bill Campbell.
Chris Smith, former NZ under-20 and North Harbour captain, flew in from London to pay a visit to a club he says restored his love for the game. I think it restored mine too. Rugby is alive and well in America.
Chris and I waved goodbye at the 181st St station on Sunday night. "See ya next time, mate," he said.
He most certainly will.