Old Gold Departure

All of you coming to Old Gold tomorrow should be at the Park ‘n’ Ride on Marginal Way no later that 9:45am, ready for a prompt departure. If you plan on going their directly, here’s where we’re playing, and please let someone know that we shouldn’t wait for you.

Fall season starts tomorrow, and it’s like The Clash said:

When they kick at your front door
How you gonna come?
With your hands on your head
Or on the trigger of your gun

New World Order

There are those who have a hard time letting go. Just because our leaders tell us that our old enemies are now our allies, it doesn’t mean that we feel differently about them overnight. Germans, Japanese, Russian, Vietnamese, Koreans (the southern ones), Argies, French, Irish (the northern ones), Iraqis (mostly), Iranians (completely), South Africans (the white ones), Serbs/Croats (the nutcase variety), Danes (the Viking kind), Italians (the Roman kind). Take your pick. Depending on your age, historical, geographic and economic circumstances, any or all of the above list may have been your mortal enemies whom you are now expected treat with trust and mutual respect. And don’t even get me started on religious persuasion.

To add to that list, and to our increasingly shades-of-grey world view, I submit the name of Old Gold. As most of the old gits like me on the club are fond of saying, we remember a day when up was up, only Alexis Carrington wore shoulder pads, and Old Gold were the team that you loved to hate. Victory was usually as much of a certainty as the manhole covers in the middle of their pitch. Well, the quality of their fields may not have improved, but it seems that all of a sudden they got a little good, we got a little worse, and it’s time to kiss and make up and turn our venom on South Shore.

Don’t get me wrong, I’m no fan of South Shore, but as you can tell I’m having just a bit of difficulty with Old Gold as my new best friends. My feeling is that history will record this era along side those pictures of Donald Rumsfeld shaking hands with Saddam Hussein, and Neville Chamberlain assuring the people of England peace with Mr. Hitler. Any side that allows “do rags” is not to be trusted.

When it comes to Old Mould any respective difference in divisions means nothing more than ink on paper, and I hope they are not foolhardy enough to think otherwise. Nevertheless I find the lack of pre-match hype on their website down-right patronizing.

So, in this spirit of love and fellowship I expect to see you all there on Saturday, and in order to get them properly narked before hand, I suggest you go and fill out their lovely availability chart here. I’m sure they’ll appreciate knowing that you’re not available for any of their other games.

Practice tonight at 6 on the Fox. Be there if you want to see some minutes this weekend.