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.
Thursday, March 31, 2005
Wednesday, March 30, 2005
A penny for your thoughts....
...well, twenty-thousand of them actually.
For those of you that have made it out to practice so far this year, I've no doubt you're aware of the amount of money the club has spent on your behalf. Getting a roof and lights over your head doesn't come cheap, and in case your parents didn't already point this out to you, money doesn't grow on trees either. OK, you probably know where I'm going with this...
58 cents a day doesn't get you much. A newspaper, a donut maybe or a can of soda or beer. OK, well maybe a can of beer would be OK, but just one a day? Come on!
$4.06 a week will get you one of those skinny-double-mocha-soy-lattes you like so much, let you send a handful of shady text messages or get you a Happy Meal.
$16.66 a month doesn't quite get you a subsription to a porn site (so I've been told), won't come close to paying your phone bill and barely gives you half a tank of gas.
For the same price you can (and probably already do) enjoy the company of a colorful cross-section of society, get some exercise, tour New England and be tested both mentally and physically on a regular basis. Even if you're a new player, who technically doesn't have to cough up any scratch yet, think about what your getting, and lend some support. As for the rest of you who haven't paid...I don't know how you sleep nights.
Set the record straight and give 'til it hurts, here.
For those of you that have made it out to practice so far this year, I've no doubt you're aware of the amount of money the club has spent on your behalf. Getting a roof and lights over your head doesn't come cheap, and in case your parents didn't already point this out to you, money doesn't grow on trees either. OK, you probably know where I'm going with this...
58 cents a day doesn't get you much. A newspaper, a donut maybe or a can of soda or beer. OK, well maybe a can of beer would be OK, but just one a day? Come on!
$4.06 a week will get you one of those skinny-double-mocha-soy-lattes you like so much, let you send a handful of shady text messages or get you a Happy Meal.
$16.66 a month doesn't quite get you a subsription to a porn site (so I've been told), won't come close to paying your phone bill and barely gives you half a tank of gas.
For the same price you can (and probably already do) enjoy the company of a colorful cross-section of society, get some exercise, tour New England and be tested both mentally and physically on a regular basis. Even if you're a new player, who technically doesn't have to cough up any scratch yet, think about what your getting, and lend some support. As for the rest of you who haven't paid...I don't know how you sleep nights.
Set the record straight and give 'til it hurts, here.
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