Yes, I am deliberately flexing for the camera. |
It also turns out that if you're last in line to pick up the medal, you have to make the speech.
I'd like to fank me teammates. Youse are fukkin tops blokes, hay? |
The more astute, long-term readers will notice that about two years ago, when I had identical news, I was wearing the black shirt belonging to Saturday's vanquished side. No, I haven't switched clubs. The slightly sad part about the game was that we had two teams in the same division who were (almost) equally as good and ended up in the final together. I've stood on that other side. It sucks. Every clap for your conquering foes (pictured above) hurts.
But, hey, whatever. You've got to know defeat to appreciate victory or some shit.
Congrats! Not bad for a one legged bloke.
ReplyDeleteI'd like to say that that leg has grown back and is no longer an issue. But but that would seriously be robbing me of one of my last remaining, non-pissweak excuses for why I'm still so slow.
DeletePut it away!
ReplyDeleteThat's what she said!
DeleteI could spout some stuff about being a good loser and a gracious winner, but I'm just not that into sports.
ReplyDeleteIf it's going to hurt me, I'm going to avoid it.
Hear hear. I try. Lordy how I do try!
DeleteWell done Franzy - I recall a post of yours a while back re witnessing some karma on a bloke who'd done you wrong a season earlier...?
ReplyDeleteThank you, thank you. Yes, that bloke is still playing and we beat his team the week before.
DeleteBut you know when you go back to your high school reunion and the cool arseholes have all gained weight and work at Coles? It's sort of like that. The few times I've played against him since, he's gotten slower and he actually smells like whisky on the field. Classy.