The Day Seattle Discovered American Football
A brutal, blood-soaked 'whirlwind' match at Madison Street Park marks the city's first true introduction to the American Rugby game.
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There was football with all the determination and bull-dog pluck of a Yale-Princeton match yesterday at Madison Street Park, the blue and white of the Seattle Athletic Club triumphing over the purple and gold of the State University. It was Seattle’s first genuine introduction to the American Rugby game, and her representatives at the park were more than pleased with its new acquaintance. From start to finish it was whirlwind fighting that set the blood of the spectators all with excitement. The contestants went at their work in a business-like fashion that would have done credit to the fiercest Eastern college cracks. When they came together in a scrimmage, it meant that bone, muscle and sinew were to be tested to the utmost. With the game scarcely begun, one university man was carried off the field, disabled with a wrenched knee, while at the finish, black eyes, cut lips and ugly bruises were as thick as fleas in a dog pound. Two touchdowns for the club were the only counts in the game, and when time was called the score was Club 8, University 0.
“With the game scarcely begun, one university man was carried off the field... while at the finish, black eyes, cut lips and ugly bruises were as thick as fleas in a dog pound.”
In 1892, football was a burgeoning, violent novelty imported from the East; today, Seattle is a fanatic NFL town, yet the primal, brutal appeal of the scrimmage remains unchanged. This game, played in the mud, mirrors the raw ambition of a city that was just beginning to find its professional edge.
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