Burning Slowly

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Thursday, July 16, 2009

Hasta la victoria siempre


Aunt Sally never seems to disappear and somehow or another I have found myself the Flowing Well’s ‘B Team’ Captain! Our main achievement so far it to have reached the depths of the bottom team in the bottom league – there is nowhere lower to go! JD plays for us and has taken out several score boards, an assortment of body parts belonging to the opposing teams, and only narrowly missing several parked vehicles and numerous pub windows – ata boy! Still it gets us out and about on a Wednesday evening, even if it only to lose the beer leg and buy drinks for the other team. But what a slice of history we are preserving and keeping alive; without bold players like us, pushing back the frontiers of sporting greatness, showing the world how it is done, the game would die into obscurity instead of being the household name it is today.

2 Comments:

Blogger Outcast Poet said...

Yeah right!

4:34 pm  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

...please where can I buy a unicorn?

10:17 pm  

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