It’s a brisk Saturday morning on the corner of University Place and East 12th. A quintessential autumn day in New York is the backdrop for the first ever Rugby Tweed Run. It’s as if Mother Nature herself registered to cycle around the Big Apple (it’s been raining the last two days). Every rendition of tweed imaginable, and interpretations we didn’t even think possible, mingle about in a sea of browns, olives, and grays. The first group of riders take off amidst the quizzical expressions of tourists and on-lookers...

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