It was raining.
A lot.
The opposition captain – like a kamikaze – still wanted to play. So I basically called him up and this is how the convo went:
Feds: “look mate, the pitch is going to be so wet, I’d be better off fielding the Thorpedo and half the Australian swimming team”
Kamikaze: “well if you’re not going to play, then you’ll need to forfeit”
Feds: “I don’t *&^%$” think so pal. We’re rescheduling or I’m comin’ over there and I’m gunna rip your arms off.”
Kamikaze: “squeak”… ok
A lot.
The opposition captain – like a kamikaze – still wanted to play. So I basically called him up and this is how the convo went:
Feds: “look mate, the pitch is going to be so wet, I’d be better off fielding the Thorpedo and half the Australian swimming team”
Kamikaze: “well if you’re not going to play, then you’ll need to forfeit”
Feds: “I don’t *&^%$” think so pal. We’re rescheduling or I’m comin’ over there and I’m gunna rip your arms off.”
Kamikaze: “squeak”… ok
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.bmp)
The Skipper
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