Insight, News, and Opinion by Nick Abramo
  • February 25, 2021
No 2020 Marlboro Vs. Hudson Thanksgiving Day Game: Are You Kidding Me????!!!!

Editor’s note: This story will appear in both of our sites, BedrockSportsMarlboro.com and BedrockSportsHawaii.com.
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What in hootin’ hell is going on here?

No Marlboro vs. Hudson Thanksgiving Day rivalry game? Impossible.

The reverberations of this decision are being felt as far away as Hawaii — by me anyway. Honestly, this development is incredible. That game every year was something you could count on — like an egg on a car draped in red or orange and black in which a driver could be brazen enough to go through the main street of the “other” town with horns honking — right past a mob of rallying students, armed with and ready to throw the little ovals and all pretty much frothing at the mouth in excitement for the big game that would be held the next day.

I don’t really know where they gathered in Hudson for the Wednesday night rallies, but in Marlboro it was the House of Pizza — the same place that — at about age 10 — I witnessed a dog walk in, snag a piece of pepperoni pizza that had fallen on the floor and then almost immediately puke his guts out and walk away.

But, oh, the House of Pizza is certainly going to take me on a tangent right now. That’s the place where I would go on Saturdays after Marlboro Panthers football games as a pre-teenager and see the fans and football players and cheerleaders (still in their colorful uniforms) chit-chatting and getting a bite to eat. Even though it was the late ’60s and early ’70s, it was very much like Richie Cunningham and Potsy Webber stuff from 1950s at Al’s Diner on “Happy Days.” It was exciting — all those older people doing older people things. It was too heady for me. But, I figured I would be part of that (or on the football field itself, perhaps) as I grew up.

 

A program from the 1949 game. (From the Marlboro vs. Hudson in Football on Thanksgiving! Facebook page).

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Side tangent: I loved football and played it a ton with friends on the playgrounds and streets, mostly at Sgt. Charles J. Jaworek Elementary School and in neighbors’ yards, but after trying out for the junior high team and being in the middle of 50 other kids, most of whom had experience in youth football, I was a little lost. Oh, I remember Dennis Kelly (later of Marlboro Shamrocks fame), who was an assistant coach to Mr. Witherbee, saying, “Good catch, Nick!!!” from about 35 yards away. Not a bad thing for that to be the only time an official football coach said anything at all directly to me as a player. I’ll take it. It was a punt return drill. I was with three or four other kids and we all took turns catching balls thrown high (like a punt).

Surely, after all these years and all the glory Mr. Kelly (who was a junior high teacher at the time) enjoyed as a hard-hitting (and older than the average) safety with the Shamrocks, he’s not going to remember that ancient drill. But I remember it. There is also little chance that he knew at the time that my helmet was three times too large and my pants didn’t fit and were a different color (black instead of white) than everyone else’s. Luckily that “punt” came straight down to me and I didn’t have to move my head right or left and risk not seeing the ball at all because the side of the helmet was in my eyes.

Well, one piece of equipment that I will never forget was the jersey. Yup, I signed up for running back (my best guess is I was 85 pounds) and received No. 31 in black with orange numerals. I checked the New England Patriots roster and saw that running back Josh Ashton wore No. 31. … Well, it was not the Buffalo Bills’ O.J. Simpson’s No. 32 that I was secretly hoping for. One digit makes a universe of difference, doesn’t it? How many No. 31s have been stars to this day? And despite the dark cloud now hanging over O.J., who by popular decree was “guilty” of murder, he was one unbelievable running back, the greatest of all time, in my opinion, before, to steal a term from John Milton, his life turned into a mini “Paradise Lost.”

It’s probably a little boring right now for some readers to handle more of this tangent, but before I exit this train of thought, I must add a few more things:

In uniform as a player, I was on the sideline for one away game in Maynard and one home game at Marlboro’s Kelleher Field before quitting the sport, officially, almost for good. (I did participate in two or three practices with the Kauai Cowboys as a reporter to write about the experience as a 37-year-old at The Garden Island newspaper in 1997, though).

And I’ll never forget Keith Thebado, a friend from grade school who is still a Facebook friend, helping me out in my time of need. He was in the stands when I was standing, completely bored on the sideline with absolutely no chance to get into the game. I think we had walked over as a team from the junior high (now the Walker Building) and I was super hungry!!!

Let it be said here and now, that the Marlboro school system failed its junior high schoolers in the nutrition department back then. There were NO hot lunches. Let that roll around the cranium for a few seconds — NO hot lunches. My mom was a widow with five children. My lunch: one peanut butter sandwich and a cup of Coke that I would buy for a quarter and watch pour out from a machine with ice.
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I was so hungry that day, in fact, that I begged Keith to buy me some food at the corner store down the road. Masciarelli’s was the name of it, I think. He came through, buying me potato sticks, which is what I requested. I think I needed SALT. Keith was worried for me, thinking that the coach might get pissed off with me eating on the sideline. Coach Witherbee was, despite my tried and true “good hands” as a receiver in neighborhood games, not looking my way for any reason at all. All I can think my response would be with 47 years of hindsdsight and realizing the WHOLE situation for what it was is: “You’re not going to feed me and then expect me to play (or stand here) in the game?”

I still love the rare times I partake in the combo of peanut butter and Coke. Kind of a comfort food and a reminder of the dusty halls of that landmark place in Marlboro history. (It was once burned down by Native Americans, eh, yup, the ones who used to be called Redskins, the subject of which we will not get into a debate on right now. We are so far on the other side of history on that one that it’s hard to tell if Native Americans ever existed. Yes, I watched the Washington Football Team beat the Dallas Cowboys yesterday and it was like history had been WHITEWASHED). Ahhh, but that’s just me and I am in no way an authority on Political Correctness, nor am I an expert on HONORING ABORIGINES. However, I’ve been told that my grandmother was probably part Native American. But those things — admitting you had an ounce of native blood — were frowned upon back then and not something to brag about to the general public. Eh, talk about WHITEWASHING. Anyway, she had long, super dark hair. Like Pocahont … . Oh wait, that name may be bordering on incorrectness. She — a French Canadian in Cape Breton Island, Nova Scotia — where it is well-known that the French and the so-called “Indians” intermingled and were also allies in war against the British — had a big honking nose that was passed down to me. Eh, that could just be a French or Italian (my other heritage) feature, right? Ahhh, but the crook of it, the particular downward hook, looks kind of Redsk… . Time to move away from this subject.

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OKAY, back to the main screed here, and that’s the Marlboro vs. Hudson football rivalry. It’s one of the longest running high school football rivalries in the country, starting in 1906 and running through 2019. And then came the news that there would be no 2o20 game due to COVID-19. But eventually it will be back. Right? There was also no games in 1910 and 1915 and 1917 through 1920.

The first time I heard about anything having to do with THE GAME was right after the 1967 edition. My sister Cyndi, who was 11 at the time, excitedly told me about what she had witnessed. That game was immediately dubbed the “Ice Bowl” and it was played at Hudson’s Morgan Bowl. She told me it ended in a 0-0 tie and that the players had a hard time getting footing and were slipping all over the place. I was intrigued that nobody scored, that it was played on an icy field, and that my sister was even talking about football.

But, it was SUCH a community thing that almost everybody got excited about going to and talking about that game every year — ice or no ice.

 

Always trying to claw out a victory.

 

So, as fate would have it, the very next year, 1968, I attended my very first Marlboro-Hudson game at Kelleher Field. I sat high up on the Marlboro side with my brother Dave. But, my first memory was finding parking. I think he parked at Marlboro Hospital and we walked over. I also remember leaving the house shortly beforehand and thinking it was odd because my mom was talking about stuffing the turkey, etc.

The games were, and are, always played at 10 a.m. After braving the weather, you could always count on warming up with family, friends and food afterward.

I recall Dave talking about some of the players during that 1968 game. He pointed out a big offensive lineman, and I remember some of the Marlboro players were wearing black sneakers. Another memory is that Marlboro lost the game.

It wasn’t until the 1977 game that Marlboro would be victorious on my watch (in actual attendance). I was a senior from the Class of ’78 that year and my very own classmates got the job done, 34-13.

I thoroughly enjoyed watching that outcome. It was a personal victory as a fan, seeing MHS finally, like it said it always would, “J-O-C-K, jock the Hawks.”

The 1-8 record Marlboro endured from ’68 through ’76 — seemed like an eternity. During the six losses in a row from ’71 through ’75, I wondered if my hometown team would EVER beat Hudson in football. The Hawks just had our number at that time. Many of those games were close.

The only game I missed was in 1970, when, as fate would have it, the Panthers actually won. In ’69, I tagged along with Cyndi and her friends. But in ’70, at age 10, I asked my mom for a ride and she wouldn’t take me because she was too busy. And Dave was off doing something else. I was bummed, but I listened to the game on the radio and pretended to simulate the action on my electric football toy set. I remember hearing an athlete being interviewed after the game. My guess is that it was Jay Derosier. And, if my memory serves me correctly, he was part of a pretty studly three-man (plus quarterback) backfield.

 

To the left of the press box is where me and my brother Dave stood at the top for the 1968 game. In photo, Luke Goulet ran up the middle for Marlboro in the 2016 game.  Goulet is a name I recognize. I knew Paul Goulet and my sister Cyndi knew Lynn Goulet. (From The Big Red, Hudson’s student newspaper online; photo by Siobhan Richards).

 

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Small-kine (that is Hawaiian pidgin, for anyone not familiar with the term; and you can look it up for posterity) author’s note: Marlboro (and rival Hudson, for that matter) has a rich sports history and much of it was documented in the Marlboro Enterprise and Hudson Daily Sun by guys like Ralph Grasso, Bob Pryor, Steve Jusseaume and Phil Ricciuti, among many, many others through the years. It is my intention to get back into some of those glory days — take a romp through that history, so to speak — at BedrockSportsMarlboro.com. As an Enterprise-Sun writer between ’81 and ’86 and having been a reader (and participating athlete) throughout my youth and young adulthood, I know there are thousands of angles to cover. It’s, to steal a term from sister site BedrockSportsHawaii.com, part of “the inexhaustible universe of athletics.” One of the next steps, I feel, is to get in touch with the Marlboro Public Library and the Marlboro Historical Society to see what kind of resources they have that I can use for these purposes.
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Back to Turkey Days of years gone by.

Every year in the Enterprise, I would read the great coverage leading up to the game — stories, starting lineups, photos of the starters, stats. But the best part, for me, was to look at the score of every game from every year. Heck, I’m going to put that list here at the bottom of this story, a value-added feature from the Bedrock outlets. I will be taking it directly from the MHS athletics site, which I have gone to from time to time throughout the years and the only place I know of that has all the scores of the rivalry.

While looking at those scores in the paper so many years ago, I would imagine what it was like to play in 1906 or 1910 or whatever year. Or I would see what teams went on streaks in what years. Or I would look for shutouts. Or ties. Or romps. Or close games. And also, who won the MVP award.

I did this every year. It interested me. It probably had a hand in me becoming a sports journalist.

During the 1971 game at age 11 at Hudson’s Morgan Bowl, I went to the men’s room and learned first-hand about the so-called “hatred” between the two schools. Some kid a few years older than me from Hudson gave me hard time after he asked me what team I was rooting for. I walked out and saw Dave, who was drinking hot chocolate to keep warm, and he could tell right away that something wasn’t right. It was the first time in my life that I actually felt “threatened.” It was unsettling, but I got over it quickly.

In 1972 at age 12, I got a ride to the game and stood at the back of the end zone. I wore my newly purchased Frye boots that were all the rage that year. I also froze my ass off (the low and high temperatures on that date, according to the Old Farmer’s Almanac website, were 10 and 25). I recall standing next to Mr. William Orr, my baseball coach, who, looking back, was probably wondering what I was doing there alone. I did not go with friends. I wanted to see the game and it didn’t matter who I was with or if I was with anyone at all.

Always swooping in from above, ready to pounce.

 

At the time, I watched the games, but the spectacle of it all was important, too. The fact that thousands of people would get up early in the morning, brave the cold on a holiday to watch people knock the snot out of each other was amazing to me. It brought everyone together. It made us care about … something.

So, yeah, I watched the game, but not nearly as closely as I would watch a game on TV or watch a game, say, as a reporter in later years. For instance, at that time, I didn’t have the eyes of a reporter. And that is a HUGE difference. Starting in 1981, when I covered my first football game, watching the game as closely as possible was the only way. If you didn’t know who recovered the fumble or who scored the touchdown and how to spell their names, then you were not doing your job.

I bring this matter of actually watching the game up because in 1976, when I was 16, I went to the game with Chris Barry, my neighborhood friend. We stood on the hill above the East end zone and, as I often do, I got to talking so much that it was hampering his ability to concentrate on specific action. He suggested we not talk as much and so I paid more attention to details than usual. It was not a matter of seeing if Marlboro scored. Now, it was watching the drive develop. I think it was Randy Boyle who caught the winning 2-point conversion for Hudson in an 8-7 game that year. Kind of cool because just a month later, I was to be playing against Boyle in the Marlboro vs. Hudson hockey rivalry. I had no idea I was going to make the MHS team. Somehow, through 150 percent (not 100 or 110 as they say) effort, I did make it, and it changed my life incredibly. That’s a story for another day.

Another memorable game was in 1979, when Kevin Snow kicked a field goal during a 10-0 Marlboro win. That team — with stars like Dana Lepore, Billy Grasso and Paul Sharon — went on to win the Central Mass. Division I Super Bowl. Snow eventually became the starting kicker for Boston College during the Flutie years — an electrifying time for Boston sports fans.

Covering the MHS-HHS rivalry game in the ’80s was super fun. Instead of reading the pregame stuff and the history of the rivalry in the paper in the days leading up to Turkey Day, I was actually writing it and preparing it for publication.

 

Marlboro’s Jake Dionne attempted a field goal during the 2016 game. In the background is where I stood to watch the 1972 game. (From The Big Red, Hudson’s student newspaper online; photo by Siobhan Richards).

 

And I admit, I had no idea what I was doing when I lodged my first vote for MVP — an honor that comes with the territory. It was the 1981 game, and two-way Marlboro stars Joey Grasso and Chris Scerra (cousins actually) were the obvious deserving players. When my mentor, Ralph Grasso (Joey’s dad) asked me for my vote, I said, “John Sharon.” He was a fullback, from what I recall. I watched the game on the sidelines with my good friend, Matt Gardner, who was a senior in high school that year. Matt chirped in my ear about how good John, his close friend, was doing. And John, indeed, was doing well, blocking like crazy and running hard on his few carries and making tackles on defense. He was surely a difference-maker. This, was my first Thanksgiving game as a reporter, so I was seeing what I was seeing and that’s what I went with. I have always appreciated grunt work in sports. Haha, I’m an expert at it myself. A mistake, possibly, though, in retrospect, was my vote for John Sharon.

I will never forget Sharon getting tackled out of bounds after one of his few carries and running past me and Matt and looking right at Matt, saying, “Fuck this.” That probably sealed my vote right there. It was obvious he thought he should be carrying the ball more. Hey, that’s not to demean the eventual co-MVPs Grasso and Scerra. Great players and they piled up the stats that day. Maybe John was crying when he should have been happy for his teammates. I don’t know. I was not close enough to the situation to know for sure.

And what I did was probably FATE itself. After all, both Joey and Chris can still say they shared the award. Had I voted for either one of them, that wouldn’t have been the case.

There were some really good Marlboro and Hudson teams in those years. After Marlboro lost in the 1980 CMass Super Bowl, the Hawks went to two straight championship games. I got to know many of those Hudson players, and it was interesting because here I was fraternizing with the dreaded lifelong rivals. But, amazingly, they were all good guys — Dave Hunter, Declan Lugin, Robby McMahan, John Guarino, Peter Percuoco. There was another guy who did most of his talking with his play on the field — Dana Sousa (or Souza?), the hard-hitting linebacker who doubled as a locomotive fullback. The memory of the sound and ferociousness of his hits still stands out to me. Steven Cavallo of Marlboro around that time also knew how to ring people’s bells.

These were the years Hudson played against some top Marlboro players like Billy Polymeros, Dave Lambert, Vu Huynh, Dave Kelleher, Paul Medeiros and Manny Alves. In thinking back about both the Panthers and Hawks of the time, for some reason, I remember the offensive players more than the defensive guys and linemen. But both squads were stacked in those areas, too.

Unfortunately for the Hawks, they ran into two great Leominster teams and lost in the 1981 and ’82 CMass Super Bowls. Those Blue Devils were led by future Shamrocks star Dave Palazzi at quarterback and Scott Chester at running back.

One year, when Marlboro played that Leominster team in a regular season game, the Panthers (including Ricky Sullivan — RIP — of Sully’s First Edition Pub fame on the defensive line) were so intent on putting the hurt on Chester that they got fooled more than a few times by Palazzi’s fakes to Chester and runs around end.

 

(From the Marlboro vs. Hudson in Football on Thanksgiving! Facebook page).

 

Timmy Sullivan, my next-door neighbor, played in the 1988 game at Kelleher Field, the first time I did not have the responsibility of covering the game for the paper since 1980. That was also the last Marlboro vs. Hudson game I attended, having moved to Hawaii in September 1989. That was also the first time I watched the rivalry game from the Hudson side of the stands. I was dating a Hudson girl, Clare Thompson, at the time. It was odd being over on the red and white side.

I figure I might get back to watch a game some day. If I do, will I bring a flask filled with whiskey? Maybe. That’s what me and Doc Lively did for that 1979 game. I also drove to the 1983 game with Doc and Tommy “Hutchie” Sullivan (no relation to Timmy or Ricky) in 1983, but not before imbibing a few brewskis and Bloody Mary’s and eating a bacon and eggs breakfast at Bert’s Lounge on the corner of Mechanic and Lincoln Streets. Believe me, even though I had a “few,” I remained sober. I parted ways with those boys before the game because I had to fully pay attention and write about it. If I do go back and look at any of those old articles, I will pay particular attention to the 1983 game coverage to see how I actually held up on the sober end grammatically.

While covering the 1984 game, I brought a Bloody Mary (shhh!!! don’t tell my bosses, eh Rick Lombardi?) with me on the sideline for the opening kickoff and first offensive series. I did that in honor of Bill Murray (one of my favorite actors), who brought a Bloody Mary into the courtroom to support his lawyer friend while playing the role of my favorite author, Hunter S. Thompson, in the 1980 movie “Where the Buffalo Roam.”

These instances of drinking and working were a product of fandom and professionalism crossing paths.

So, what will a Marlboro vs. Hudson game look like these days? Is there still tradition in place? How much tradition? Does it involve whiskey?

When I go back to watch a game, I plan to check in with Mark “Sharky” Chatalian. I’m pretty sure he’s got the “in” on the current traditions. He played in the rivalry game before graduating in ’76 and is still involved as a coach in Marlboro baseball circles.

Would I recognize the last names of any of the players? Probably.

 

The 1948 Marlboro team. Peter Panagore, on a Marlboro Facebook page, noted that he was the captain of that team 72 years ago. From the Marlboro vs. Hudson in Football on Thanksgiving! Facebook page).

 

It was heart-warming to hear about Tyler McElman (son of facebook friend, Doug; grandson of the great Boy Scout leader Mr. McElman from when I was a kid; and nephew of my grade-school and high school classmate and friend Stephen, RIP) starring for MHS and playing in the rivalry game a few years back.

It was also nice to see photos of a Thanksgiving game several years ago in which snow blanketed Kelleher Field. That must have been a fun game to play in.

But when is COVID-19 going to end? Will there be a 2021 game? So many things have changed. One thing, the Marlboro-Hudson football rivalry, was intact until this year.

No game. No kidding. 0-0. Like the Ice Bowl.

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Marlboro vs. Hudson Thanksgiving Day Rivalry
(From MarlboroPanthers.com)
Notes:
>> Some games through the years were not played on Thanksgiving Day due to weather postponements.
>> In the 115-year period since the first game in 1906, there have been 117 games. Nine times, the teams played twice in a season culminating on Turkey Day, but seven times there were no games in a given year.
>> Marlboro leads the series 69-43-5, including nine wins in a row.
>> All five ties were by a 0-0 score.
>> There is a discrepancy in the number of total games played. According to MarlboroPanthers.com, there have been 117 games, with the 100th being held in 2002. However, there was a celebration of the 100th game, according to some Internet articles, on Thanksgiving Day in 2003. If the 100th game was played in 2003, then only 16 more games were played between ’04 and ’19. The addition is off by one. We here at Bedrock Sports will figure out this mystery as soon as possible. After all, it could be Bedrock’s inability to add correctly that is the problem.

>> 1906: Marlboro 27, Hudson 0
>> 1906: Marlboro 16, Hudson 0
>> 1907: Hudson 11, Marlboro 5
>> 1907: Hudson 6, Marlboro 0
>> 1908: Marlboro 23, Hudson 5
>> 1908: Marlboro 11, Hudson 10
>> 1909: Hudson 0, Marlboro 0 (tie)
>> 1909: Marlboro 6, Hudson 5
>> 1910: No game
>> 1911: Marlboro 27, Hudson 0
>> 1911: Marlboro 23, Hudson 0
>> 1912: Hudson 6, Marlboro 0
>> 1912: Marlboro 10, Hudson 0
>> 1913: Marlboro 7, Hudson 0
>> 1913: Marlboro 6, Hudson 0
>> 1914: Marlboro 20, Hudson 0
>> 1914: Marlboro 32, Hudson 0
>> 1915: No game
>> 1916: Marlboro 14, Hudson 6
>> 1916: Marlboro 57, Hudson 3
>> 1917: No game
>> 1918: No game
>> 1919: No game
>> 1920: No game
>> 1921: Marlboro 21, Hudson 7
>> 1922: Hudson 0, Marlboro 0 (tie)
>> 1923: Hudson 18, Marlboro 0
>> 1924: Marlboro 24, Hudson 0
>> 1925: Marlboro 3, Hudson 0
>> 1926: Hudson 13, Marlboro 0
>> 1927: Hudson 21, Marlboro 13
>> 1928: Marlboro 24, Hudson 0
>> 1929: Marlboro 26, Hudson 13
>> 1930: Hudson 27, Marlboro 6
>> 1931: Hudson 0, Marlboro 0 (tie)
>> 1932: Hudson 6, Marlboro 0
>> 1933: Hudson 14, Marlboro 0
>> 1934: Hudson 0, Marlboro 0 (tie)
>> 1935: Hudson 25, Marlboro 0
>> 1936: Hudson 18, Marlboro 0
>> 1937: Marlboro 12, Hudson 6
>> 1938: Hudson 19, Marlboro 0
>> 1939: Hudson 6, Marlboro 0
>> 1940: Hudson 27, Marlboro 7
>> 1941: Hudson 7, Marlboro 6
>> 1942: Marlboro 26, Hudson 0
>> 1943: Marlboro 13, Hudson 0
>> 1944: Marlboro 13, Hudson 0
>> 1945: Hudson 7, Marlboro 6
>> 1946: Marlboro 33, Hudson 0
>> 1947: Marlboro 16, Hudson 7
>> 1948: Marlboro 25, Hudson 0
>> 1949: Marlboro 13, Hudson 8
>> 1950: Hudson 27, Marlboro 20
>> 1951: Marlboro 26, Hudson 18
>> 1952: Hudson 25, Marlboro 13
>> 1953: Hudson 27, Marlboro 18
>> 1954: Marlboro 18, Hudson 7
>> 1955: Marlboro 19, Hudson 0
>> 1956: Marlboro 33, Hudson 27
>> 1957: Marlboro 59, Hudson 20
>> 1958: Marlboro 54, Hudson 12
>> 1959: Marlboro 6, Hudson 0
>> 1960: Marlboro 15, Hudson 6
>> 1961: Marlboro 14, Hudson 12
>> 1962: Hudson 13, Marlboro 0
>> 1963: Marlboro 24, Hudson 8
>> 1964: Marlboro 39, Hudson 8
>> 1965: Marlboro 28, Hudson 14
>> 1966: Marlboro 34, Hudson 6
>> 1967: Hudson 0, Marlboro 0 (tie)
>> 1968: Hudson 14, Marlboro 0
>> 1969: Hudson 19, Marlboro 0
>> 1970: Marlboro 14, Hudson 8
>> 1971: Hudson 7, Marlboro 0
>> 1972: Hudson 14, Marlboro 6
>> 1973: Hudson 24, Marlboro 0
>> 1974: Hudson 14, Marlboro 12
>> 1975: Hudson 26, Marlboro 14
>> 1976: Hudson 8, Marlboro 7
>> 1977: Marlboro 34, Hudson 13
>> 1978: Marlboro 28, Hudson 7
>> 1979: Marlboro 10, Hudson 0
>> 1980: Marlboro 34, Hudson 6
>> 1981: Marlboro 28, Hudson 7
>> 1982: Hudson 39, Marlboro 0
>> 1983: Marlboro 24, Hudson 6
>> 1984: Hudson 8, Marlboro 0
>> 1985: Hudson 32, Marlboro 7
>> 1986: Hudson 9, Marlboro 0
>> 1987: Hudson 14, Marlboro 7
>> 1988: Marlboro 20, Hudson 19
>> 1989: Hudson 27, Marlboro 18
>> 1990: Marlboro 22, Hudson 19
>> 1991: Hudson 47, Marlboro 19
>> 1992: Hudson 7, Marlboro 6
>> 1993: Marlboro 14, Hudson 8
>> 1994: Marlboro 28, Hudson 14
>> 1995: Marlboro 41, Hudson 16
>> 1996: Marlboro 27, Hudson 19
>> 1997: Hudson 3, Marlboro 0
>> 1998: Marlboro 29, Hudson 0
>> 1999: Marlboro 36, Hudson 14
>> 2000: Hudson 14, Marlboro 13
>> 2001: Marlboro 12, Hudson 9
>> 2002: Hudson 14, Marlboro 6
>> 2003: Hudson 21, Marlboro 6
>> 2004: Hudson 21, Marlboro 14
>> 2005: Hudson 28, Marlboro 7
>> 2006: Marlboro 26, Hudson 7
>> 2007: Marlboro 42, Hudson 28
>> 2008: Marlboro 34, Hudson 9
>> 2009: Marlboro 41, Hudson 9
>> 2010: Hudson 6, Marlboro 0
>> 2011: Marlboro 7, Hudson 6
>> 2012: Marlboro 28, Hudson 8
>> 2013: Marlboro 14, Hudson 8
>> 2014: Marlboro 33, Hudson 0
>> 2015: Marlboro 28, Hudson 21
>> 2016: Marlboro 44, Hudson 0
>> 2017: Marlboro 27, Hudson 12
>> 2018: Marlboro 43, Hudson 14
>> 2019: Marlboro 42, Hudson 14
>> 2020: No game

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