The prematch humble apology by our favourite umpire was made to all and sundry. Even Itchy got to shake young burgers soft hand, no doubt conditioned from the array of skin creams he uses to nurture his glowing complexion. Nice work burger boy...but you're still a cock.
The Polar bears, well they look impressive in the field, sharp bowling and tidy fielding kept the fathers to 123 with solid contributions...well... Itch's first innings of 4 may not quite have been called solid but the rest were blazing. Itch made amends second time around with a David Fosteresque choppy 15, little did the bears know about our secret weapon. Notably Billy (13) has adopted a new style of batting...panache and grace and a silky wristy roll, are you trying to look too good for us mate? Was your new girlfriend in the bleachers? If its a substance can we have some?
Once out on the field the fathers adopted a 1/Ike body posture and
played with confidence and a belief not seen for some time. Gladdy too would have held his head high if he indeed possessed a neck. Norro's captaincy was solid, throwing the great Gladstone in to open with great results, like his namesake before him and minus the tan he ripped through the openers with a 2 for -5. After a start like that we were never going to fail and despite some ordinary fielding from the inner south spastics the stump throwing was exemplary. Even Snork got one! (drug assisted).It is certainly nice to play against a team when you can actually enjoy the match, are ya
listening burger boy? And the euro carpark beers (one free carton with a packet of saos from Aldi) went down with a joy not seen in some weeks. Stirling tyre squealing accompaniment from the WCB (Weston Creek boguns) made Norros heart fill with pride as he realised that in only a few short years Jasper will be able to keep us all entertained. Right after his morning bake. Aaaaaaaah where did the years go....Fines
Harmie - for not rolling up and sending some dick called SHAWN!
Itch - for being selected to bat again and for sitter or the match (henceforth known as the grub ball)
Snork - for being a spastic
Nads - for his council jacket
Norris - for his 'morning bake' drive
Gladdy - for having your L plates at 47
Billy - for pretending that you actually have mates except for us
Man of the Match - SHAWN
Product of the Match - Topex
Team of the Match - the magnificent SEVEN
