Welcome to the home of the Suburbs Old Boys (SOB's)!

The Suburbs Old Boys (SOBs) is the Western Suburbs side for players age 35 and above. While there is a social aspect to the side, it is a fact that the SOBs are one of the most competitive Old Boys teams in the area. When we tour we tour with other interested players from the area as the "WARTS" (Washington Area Rugby Touring Side).

Interested in playing with us? We're always on the lookout for new Old Boys... Contact John "O.D." O'Donnell. The current season schedule for Old Boys matches is shown below the club schedule, here. The main address for the WSRFC club website is here. The Suburbs Old Boys message board is here.

Found in a fortune cookie: "Go to the elders when you feel a confidence crisis."

Rosemary Clooney and Marlene Dietrich sing the SOBs' theme song: "He's Too Old To Cut The Mustard Anymore"

Lest the young grow Elder they have passed... should not the Journey to age be a celebration? And those that stand within the glow of age be viewed as accomplished? Wisened yet slowed, they are to be feared in their knowledge of the past...Hear the Drums, oh young men..Hear the Drums...

Where Old Jocks Go to Die

The World's Most Senior Old Boy



The Stud Rooster

A farmer goes out one day and buys a brand new stud rooster for his chicken coop. The new rooster struts over to the old rooster and says, "OK old fart, time for you to retire." The old rooster replies, "Come on, surely you cannot handle ALL of these chickens. Look what it has done to me. Can't you just let me have the two old hens over in the corner?"

The young rooster says, "Beat it: You are washed up and I am taking over." The old rooster says, "I tell you what, young stud. I will race you around the farmhouse. Whoever wins gets the exclusive domain over the entire chicken coop."

The young rooster laughs. "You know you don't stand a chance old man. So, just to be fair I will give you a head start." The old rooster takes off running. About 15 seconds later the young rooster takes off running after him. They round the front porch of the farmhouse and the young rooster has closed the gap. He is already about 5 inches behind the old rooster and gaining fast.

The farmer, meanwhile, is sitting in his usual spot on the front porch when he sees the roosters running by. He grabs his shotgun and - BOOM - He blows the young rooster to bits. The farmer sadly shakes his head and says, "Dammit... third gay rooster I bought this month."

Moral of this story.... Don't mess with the OLD BOYS - age and treachery will always overcome youth and skill!