Revenge is a dish best served cold - which made August the perfect time to restore some Grizzly pride and wipe away some of the bitter memories of last pennant's loss failure-to-win against the Zoolosers. It must have been important, because Gaffers arrived early (with Killa fulfilling the obligatory role of Late Arrival Bear).

With only Sam and Lyncy absent (they must have been hard at work designing our new T-shirts), Big Knob (see below) explained WorkChoices to his team mates - "Anyone who doesn't drag themselves from the pool absolutely stuffed should be SACKED!" - and we were away. The main problem was that there were hardly any Zoolosers to play against. There were plenty of opposition players all right, just not many of them were familiar.

What WAS familiar was that they scored the first goal when an unknown player (let's call him "Mr Baleen" - large aquatic mammal with a big mouth) muscled (and I'm being bloody generous) his way through and put the little orange disc thing in the tray. This sparked a Grizzly revival with plenty of determined scrapping in our forward half. After Cheesey had demonstrated our superior finishing skills Scotty and Mr Baleen exchanged personal details and the Magic Pud explained that as a referee with many years experience he was deeply offended by Scotty's politeness (presumably Scotty was warned for being uncharacteristic). They managed to pull one back, and at half time the score was about 4-2.

The second half was a largely defensive affair, with both teams tiring and no one being sacked by Big Knob. Killa and Ernesto attempted to start the very first Polish-Chilean War ("I hooked him so he hit me on the head") but hostilities were quashed by a two-minute rest for both of them. We scored two more and emerged victorious: 6-2. Time for the pub.

	With all but Scotty making it to the PoW, a second couch was hauled up as the Grizzlies made the spot under the big screen their own. Chiropractors everywhere should rejoice at this news. A futile attempt by some Zoolosers to learn the secrets of our success was rebuffed and they hauled themselves off to the bar. With a healthy supply of heavy and light beer, milk, cider and chips, the raffle tickets soon piled up. But yet again the Grizzlies were denied as "an impartial student from Oregon" made sure the Aquaprongs won something. Worse was to come. It was discovered that pub food is served at nine. This does not sit well with the roster of late games. Rusty's reaction sums it all up really.