John F. Kennedy on a visit to West Berlin at the height of the Cold War in 1962, forgot to utter the immortal words, “Ich bin ein KOB first grader”, and so that this oversight would never be repeated by future US presidents, the King’s Old Boys Rugby Club was formed a few years later.
Since then, for the past 48 seasons, the mighty King’s Old Boys’ Rugby Club has entered teams in the NSW Suburban Rugby competition. 2016 finds KOBs in the NSW Suburban 3rd Division Championship, once again intrepidly taking rugby balls where others fear to go (i.e. The Kingdome).
The players themselves don’t seem to notice the dark malevolent atmosphere of the Kingdome and look forward to home games with the same rabid enthusiasm kamikaze pilots exhibit on training flights.
Speaking of roofs, the Rug Shack has one of the world’s largest deposits of recyclable aluminum in its ceiling thanks to the custom of tossing “empties” through the manhole.
The Rug Shack is an ideal place to have a drink after a game and relax by the roaring open fire and speculate as to when the ceiling will cave in. (Old players and coaches can become a “Shack of Rogues” Member)
World famous drinker, the late Oliver Reed explained their success thus, “The secret is they don’t actually like beer, they can’t stand the sight of it, the longer it sits in front of them the more they just want it to disappear…the quickest way for this to happen is to pour it directly down their throats, I respect that, they obviously have given away the enjoyment of a cold beer after the game to excel at this strange custom. I admire their dedication, but watching them is kind of scary, particularly if you like beer as much as I do. Whoever instilled this hatred of beer in them has a lot to answer for”.