Well, as you all probably know by now the Wolfhounds had the last word this weekend, beating us in the final, 16-8. After we rolled over North Shore in the semi, Sunday's game was a war. Physical might be an understatement, and played at a breakneck pace. Truely both sides gave it their all. The Irish bought their kicking shoes and thanks to a couple of extra penalties and a conversion, they came out on top. No hard feelings on the day, the Irish fought hard, and deserved the result.
Now that the dissapointment has worn off, I was all set to write something contrite, and maybe even throw in a little philosophy about the nature of winning and losing. It was a hard knock to our team spirit, and speaking personally, it was going to take a while to find the motivation to start all over again.
But all that has gone out the window, thanks again to another message that was sent to the club. I don't know who this bloke is, or if he even played on Sunday, but I'll print his message here, verbatim, just in case you all need a reminder of why we play:
Name: derek warden
e-mail: cuervoboy@aol.com
Comments: Well, well, well. We haven't heard much from the Portland Football Club since their defeat at the hands of the Wolfhounds. I suppose their mouths are full of craw at the moment.
Let this be a lesson to you gentlemen. Don't antognize your opponent before a big match.
Mr. Wolf
Well, Derek, thanks for the kick up the arse. The day I'm afraid to throw a few barbs on the website before a game is they day I hang up my boots. I'm sure you'll have got the rest of my teammates equally motivated, and I think I speak for all of us when I say that I can't wait for your next pearls of wisdom before the re-match we'll undoubtedly play in the Spring. Thanks for reminding us what a pleasure it is doing business with the Wolfhounds.
Since Derek was kind enough to leave his e-mail, I hope you'll all feel free to contact him and thank him in your own personal way.
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