4-12 v Calcorp, Brunswick Secondary Court 2
CBac, DC2m, EC, CG2gk, JH, AW, Tomas
I didn’t even clock the date. 911, Crazy. 24 years ago, on a tiny cathode ray TV in the corner of a St Kilda bar, I watched live as the second plane flew into the twin towers. The entire bar was transfixed as we watched smoke billowing from the icons of US economic and cultural imperialism. Then I went outside and found a payphone to call Miri and tell her that World War III had probably begun…
Fast forward 24 years – Osama bin Laden is long dead, the US is on the brink of civil war, the UN Special Committee concludes that Israel is committing genocide in Gaza and experts predict that AGI is less than 5 years away… and yet, and yet, the Nannas are still playing, who would have thought…
But back to the game. It wasn’t pretty. Calcorp really embraced their eponymous etymology and duly took the Nannas to the cleaners. It was a harsh come down from the glories of last week’s triumph and some Nannas took it harder than others. Gilby the Funk Bilby® scored in the opening seconds but was then forced to pick the ball from his own net no fewer than 12 times. Harsh words were exchanged with the outfield, and though born of frustration it was not cool. We managed to score another 3 goals and could have had probably another 3 or 4 if anyone had actually been to a Swiss finishing school. Fuckit. After the game there was a private session with Arse Coach and Team Psychologist, Chastity Beaver. Apologies were issued, recriminations shelved and harmony restored, cue angelic choir…
Special note: first game for new Chilean-Australian ring-in Tomas, invited to play by Jim™, whom he had never actually met, edgy, that’s Jim™.
