Alright, we can all be guilty of a little rush of blood from time to time. When I made that last post I was seething, and I may have lashed out at the Wolfhounds in an indiscriminate way. Since then I have been reliably informed that there is no Derek Warden on the Wolfhounds, and never has been. Indeed, I checked the CIPP rolls, and there is no one by that name registered with any club.
Sunday’s game will linger in the memory for a long time to come, not so much for the result (for us, at least), but for the passion with which it was played, by both sides. If you had been there, you’d know.
So, sorry to all the decent Wolfhounds out there that I may have offended, and Derek, whoever you are, sorry you missed it.
Right. Let’s move on.
The Annual PRFC Banquet will be held this Saturday at the Portland Harbor Hotel, and since Jerry McQ has mortgaged the club in order to pay for it, it is up to you to make sure you bring your wife, mum, dad, aunty, goldfish along to make up the numbers. Anyone with $30 to their name is welcome, anyone with more is more welcome. There will be speeches, awards and maybe even a few jokes along the way, and the drunker you are, the funnier they'll be. After the keg runs out a cash bar is on hand, so a little extra cabbage is advisable. Ticket money upfront is greatly appreciated, so click here to settle up.
Thursday, November 10, 2005
Wednesday, November 09, 2005
Awwwh, ya had to be a jerk about it.
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.
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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