To paraphrase Mark Twain, the wettest Winter I ever spent was Spring in Maine. This Sautrday promises more of the wet stuff, so rather than end up with a handful of drowned rats at Higgins Beach, the club has laid on some cozy digs at the Portland Sports Center (aka Turfs, aka Jokers) to keep you nice and warm.
Get your directions here, and get your arse over there at 12:30pm on Saturday. At the risk of sounding like a broken record, indoor time costs a bloody fortune, so make sure you're there to take advantage of it. Not to mention the fact that we've got a game in just one week, so those of you in a permanent vegitative state had better get in the habit of getting out of the house on a Saturday afternoon. That goes for you Old Boys too. (Jesus, did I just say that? Somebody stop me).
As if that weren't incentive enough for you to get out, there's a bar attached, so we can all grab a pint and listen to how great you used to be, back in the day.
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