North won at a canter, too many good players apparently.
It was another beautiful day and we drove past the oval on the way to bottling to see the cars already parked up ready to be sat in later in the day.
No other news from the match other than to say that my brother-in-law-ish thought he may have broken his leg in a tackle. He's subseuntly had it checked out and it's just a sprained ankle.
He wasn't playing, just drunk.
Sunday, August 29, 2004
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- Despite compelling evidence to the contrary this was never meant to be about either beef or cheese, subjects in which I have little more than a passing interest. It is true however that the fates have recently conspired to find me work at a cheese factory but this is little more than a cruel, coincidental joke told at my expense.
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