Our visit to Kongorong before the big bye bye saw honours shared on the day and 18 candles go into melt down as another Pud in Aiden joined the big league. Old bloke Andrew now has someone else in his round.
Cans Bees continued their recent good form to get the four points in a hard fought win over a determined Hawk outfit. A couple of the regulars were elevated to help out Memory’s winged Pies. . Their healthy club cans went down a treat after singing the song. They still require a minor miracle that may even be beyond Figs Mother Mary to take centre stage in September.
Dexter, now a Kongorong Tit Puller was a very undecided character before the main event. He was tempted to have 5 bob each way before whacking it all on the Doo at quarter time after being swayed by our impressive opening term.
The locals found their voice when they came back into the game. The umps found theirs too, commenting that we were a bunch of whingers when things don’t go our way. And go our way they definitely didn’t. Old mate Gribbsy was my pick as best player running around like a cut snake to rake up bulk possessions. Timmy Brennan turned the clock back getting a day release from Cans Bees. Here’s Johnny had a crack when he probably should have been having an RDO like bro Chrissy but the big fella managed to battle it out. Good to get B.C. back.
Ace Hawk time keeper Bruce is techno savvy (possibly) but still needed his preschool age granddaughter to take him through his paces to get the Hawk electronic scoreboard ticking over. The old dinosaur had the keyboard tapping and was trying to find the FA button amongst the F1 to F12. I knew SFA so was of no FN help.
Missus Who was a tad nervous about this inroad into her plumb job of standing out in the weather for 7 hours turning numbers over. I reckon the club will stick with the old girl. The Kongorong board may be you beaut but it doesn’t “broadcast” colourful language like ours does.
Benny Who and his merry band of woodchucks would have loved the area 130 years ago when there were more trees than Benny could poke a stick at. The old chopper had to make do with a lazy 14 tonne over our bye bye.
I understand the boys took bulk lubricant in chain oil and a few gallons of the very best gargle gear. All too much for Bernard but, as he came home knackered failing to open the doors for the evening church service to send the faithful into a spin. Luckily church elders Steve and Butch got the open sesame from Jack. Benny’s ears would have been burning more than his pork chops.
The Hilton was also ‘on fire’. The local youth, obviously inspired by the lunatic multi coloured poms put their best moves forward as the Hilton hosted the top 10 wingnut completion. Luckily Mackayla (and Sarah) were there to be the beauty among the beasts. The Lepley boys Trent and his cuz Leadfoot formed a formidable duo mosh pit diving on the eight ball table. Apprentice builder Leadfoot had a close look at the intrancies of the road gutter before testing the strength of the front bar by head butting it.
Meanwhile ‘here Johnny’ flew like a seagull as he was fed quality Hilton chips by young Roger (coggsy jnr). The big fella went from a lion to a mouse when his bit of skirt rocked up. German spy Manou said ‘I see nothing!’.
Last drinks please only transferred the fun and games to Crowe Street signalmen’s quarters where the finals of the shoe hurling comp saw Brady’s bunch’s clod hoppers taking pride of place on the old tin roof. Luckily Johnny’s plumbers van boasts a ladder that was put to good use to remove a variety of objects.
Aunty Kerry lobbed back into the front counter of her shop coming from 33 to 13 degrees. Fresh after a 5 hour Balinese massage. The facebook Queen was pumped to be back.
Tumbarumba also rocked up after returning from them there hills. The local spud expert was glowing and just managed to make it to the Hilton to ‘fuel up’
Young Sam Casey also got an 18 candle cake and a free pass to the Hilton where the obligatory birthday beers had the young bluebagger go home with just as many quid as he walked in with (the first and last time boy).
Today sees old barrel Barry White wave his flags for the final time in the home and away series. The 1972 reserves premiership and north Melbourne head is calling it quits after over 40 years of valued club service as a player, committee man, boundary and goal ump. Thank you Barry.
Last Modified on 20/04/2012 12:56