Where to start? I just cued up the Thomas Newman theme music from Revolutionary Road to settle my bowels before writing. Last night we were stricken by some last minute injuries to a few key players but we started well against our nemesis Stone of the town Ham. We played remarkably well for the first ten or fifteen minutes and I thought that we would win the game but they struck on their only look at our goal. After this setback we coughed up a penalty and they hit the back of our net again. Two down at the half but I felt that we could get back into it but the wheels fell off completely in the second half and I can't even write the final score. I just can't ... do ... it .... Jim!
Here's the thing though ... we play again on Sunday and we will rally. We shall rise ... we shall rise at daybreak and will do battle. Some of us may lose our breakfast but remember ... indigestion is but a moment, cowardice is a lifetime of affliction! Where was I ... oh yes, we will play hard, we will win and after the game I am going fishing in the half-light of the canyon where all existence fades to a being with my soul and memories and the sounds of the river and a four count rhythm and the hope that a fish will rise.
Richard Ferbrains.
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