Guys, in case you've been living under a rock for a while, or if you're just one of the many millions of people who visit this site just for its witty insights (yes, even you, South Shore), let me remind you that the club will be holding a "Beach Party" this Sunday at the Irish Heritage Center in Portland. 6:30pm is the magic hour, and tickets can probably still be found on eBay for $600-$700 (or you can pay at the door). Food and booze will be available in vast quantities and I believe some gramaphone records will be played also.
So, since most of you won't be working on Monday, and many of you won't be working at all any time soon, get out and tie one on this Sunday. Everyone is welcome, even if you've never played rugby before (South Shore). Dress code is "beach casual", but please, no Speedos.
Saturday, May 28, 2005
Sunday, May 22, 2005
Someone needs a hug...
Just as one door closes, another one opens.
In this new world of ours, there appears to be an entente cordiale with Old Gold after NERFU, which I can't help but find a little patronising on their part, but since they're mixing it up at the top of D2, who am I to argue?
So, what the hell am I supposed to write about? I feel like one of those blokes manning the Minuteman silos, and then suddenly the Cold War ends. It's enough to provoke an existential breakdown.
But wait...what's this?
Could it be that South Shore took offence at my last post?
Is that the sound of snivelling?
What's that? You're not crying, you've just go something in your eye?
"it's obvious you guys have lost all class" - mwwhaaa!
"you'd think it was the first time a club had to cancel a match" - mwwhaa!
Clearly, they're still over-tired from NERFU and a little emotional. But that's OK, since they took the weekend off for some quiet time.
Well, in case they're still in need of some therapy, I've found them the perfect website.
What're they eating:
Biter biscuits and some warm milk.
What're they crying about:
Being misunderstood.
In this new world of ours, there appears to be an entente cordiale with Old Gold after NERFU, which I can't help but find a little patronising on their part, but since they're mixing it up at the top of D2, who am I to argue?
So, what the hell am I supposed to write about? I feel like one of those blokes manning the Minuteman silos, and then suddenly the Cold War ends. It's enough to provoke an existential breakdown.
But wait...what's this?
Could it be that South Shore took offence at my last post?
Is that the sound of snivelling?
What's that? You're not crying, you've just go something in your eye?
"it's obvious you guys have lost all class" - mwwhaaa!
"you'd think it was the first time a club had to cancel a match" - mwwhaa!
Clearly, they're still over-tired from NERFU and a little emotional. But that's OK, since they took the weekend off for some quiet time.
Well, in case they're still in need of some therapy, I've found them the perfect website.
What're they eating:
Biter biscuits and some warm milk.
What're they crying about:
Being misunderstood.
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