Grizzlies vs The Plying Pucksters

Grizzlies Home After a Shaky Start

What an interesting week this was in UWH. Playing the young ex-D-grade upstarts in the Plying Pucksters whom we played 2 weeks ago. Age old rat cunning beats youthful exuberance once again but the time is coming. Two weeks ago we won 6:1 with only six players. This time we had 9 players and win 8:3 but let them get two quick goals with the score at 4:3 in the second half before deciding to play seriously. One thinks that we should do a wee bit of navel gazing as to why this is so.

Grizzlie line up was:

Cheesey, Ned, Max, Martian and Killa
Scotty, Big Nob, Gaffers and Crusty

Anyway, Rusty and Tim scored goals for the backline and the forwards must have scored the rest. Oh and Scotty threw himself out for a minute

Out of the pool a couple of issues need to be brought to light:

Floppsy has really taken his new job as Policy Officer to heart and is now practicing his newly acquired skills on his team mates. Like any good policy it seems to say one thing but actually means nothing at all or something else altogether. Hence, Floppsy's policy of "Yep, I'm in and will turn up early to referee duties plus buy drinks at the pub after the game" actually meant "Since when does D-grade need any refs, can't be stuffed turning up for the game anyway and, as for drinks, 'naff off and get your own'". He's obviously well on the way up the greasy pole of government. Hopefully he will have time to introduce himself to the other members of the team if he can find the time to grace anybody at the Aquatic centre with his presence.

We all know that it is tough being a Grizzly, especially when trying to explain things to our partners. And let's face it they are a pretty damned tolerant bunch. However, there have been occasions when we have had to really tough it out and been subjected to "No, I am not awake", "Geez, you stink", "I don't consider 12:30am on a Wednesday early", "Get in the car, you are pathetic", "I can't wait till you decide that you are too old for that crap" etc and long may the list continue to grow along with our average team age of 40+. But our sympathies really do go out to Martian in his endeavours to take out the "toughing it out" Grizzly award this week when he sacrificed his night out at the pub with the team to accompany his partner to the Men's Gallery and help her judge the pole dancing competition. Aahhh, the sacrifices that we make for our partners. There was considerable debate that maybe it is just one of those sacrifices that you still have to make when you aren't married but Henry assured us that this argument was just not the case.

Ned refused to elaborate on the sacrifices that she makes young William endure way up there at Poatina.

Till the report next week...

Charlie skimming the froth
O pointing out the finer points of soccer to the Grizzlies
Charlie showing his Gangsta moves
Gaffers and Killa lamenting the younger generation
Thor remembering the good old days
Killa's a mazed gaffers has finished his cider but it looks like a beer
The Maxwell boys
The losing tickets
The highlight of the night
Gues who's been eating chips
Too much red cordial
Guess who doesn't get to play with the camera very often
Oh God I'm going to be trouble when I'm older