CIC:
Inter is the team with all the rest of Richmond's Mexican population. They wear red jerseys, and nobody on the team is taller than 5'4"....
They have one forward who grunts like a female tennis player, and who likes to try to chip the ball over your head and then run on to it
mnb 4 spurs donut.
What hurt us the most was that our beer guy (and even the backup beer guy) didn't show up.
Apparently playing in a hockey game was more important,
so he got to be the recipient of a personalized arsehole call after the game....
shite 1st half by us, even with guest stars. Vinnie in between the pipes for a shooting gallery; Gurps on the back line with me. Better 2nd half for us; lots of shots but no finish. Kudos to the blue meanies for one of the most sporting games they've ever played against us (most of the 2nd half with 10 on the pitch) with only a couple of minor thumpings: Animal taking out our 17 year old striker in a clinical slide tackle (wake up, son...), and Mikey trying to clock me on a 50-50 while I was in goal that I ended up having to pull him up from. Fcuk, that guy weighs a ton...
Thanx again to the Barley boys who gave my rugrats the kebabs. They only skewered about half a dozen people in the course of their swordfight in the parking lot afterward....
Glad to see Dougie Tweedlie come back from his self-imposed exile; just wish he could have got there a bit sooner to help us out. Diamond Dave did not a bad job in the middle as well.
beerz (need more),
stew
