Game seven against Crapoli - Willberforce uses his melon!

I got a series of emails before the game from Yiannis Moorhen ... pictures of stuffed peppers, meatballs, sausages, salads, fixin's. Yiannis told me that his house smelled like an Italian restaurant and that I should remember to bring red wine. He also told me to bring tupperware and this was the key to my day ... I loaded up the motah with tupperware and I cleaned up. I spent this afternoon watching the Pats and had a little of Kate Moorman's salad and then a bowl of pasta ... mopped up with some garlic bread. Then I took the dog for a walk on the beach, came back home and had a little more pasta ... and so on and so forth. There was a little napping and some farting between refills.

Why do I mention this? Well I will tell you my friends ... for me the post game food is a big thing and when it's Moorman's turn we feast like kings because Kate delivers big time. All I had to do was bring the beer ... given the occasion, I gave this some serious consideration ... Yuengling for Dimos, Stella for Captain Flicky, Notch for Caino, Whales Tale for me, Octoberfest for Pat and Rolling Rock for Rob ... I know, I know ... he likes Bud Light but I just could not go there. I bought the beer in Swampers (home town) and someone may have seen me walking out of the liquor store and I just could not risk the humiliation ... I would have been a laughing stock ... I know, I know ... I am already a laughing stock in town but getting caught buying Bud really is painting yourself into a corner.

It's now about 8pm and I'm building up a serious head of steam and I'm not complaining ... well seasoned pasta farts really are a mellifluous treat. If these farts were orchestrated they would be played by a French horn.

Moving on to the match summary. Here is a video of the pre-match motivational speech delivered by Captain Flicky:

Woops .. wrong video. Well it's close enough.

Now where was I .... Crapoli showed up with nine subs. The team that we played last season formed their bench which meant that we had to play the team on the pitch and they were a bit useful as we discovered the last time we played them. They were good but we were not going to capitulate. Despite them scoring the first goal we were very much in the game and in the second half Wilberforce Mad Man McCarthy rose like a breaching whale and got his melon on a cross from Pat that cannoned into the back of the old onion bag. Will had done it once again and is the top scorer on the team. The game finished at one apiece and Crapoli dropped two points for only the second time this season. Next week we play Stoneham and I know that we are gonna beat them like scurvy dogs.

Stoneham and North Shore both won today so it's a three horse race for top spot and a three horse race to avoid the drop.

Game 6 versus Peabody - the turning point!

This was the big one. We spanked Peabody four nil and Willberforce McCarthy bagged a hat trick! Mad Will scored three goals ... one with his melon in the first half and two with his left peg in the second and let me tell you ... he slotted those balls into the back of the old onion bag with a coolness that was a sight to behold. My goal was from a perfect through ball that fell invitingly and beckoned me to smash it .. which I did.

More important than the goals was the general state of play. Our passes were crisp and accurate. We had the lions share of the possession and were never troubled by the Pea Brains. My theory on all of this is because it was Andy's first game back. With the A man back at sweeper we could put all of the chess pieces back in the correct positions. Rob and Leslie were positioned in front of the back three and so on an so forth. Everyone played well including Moorman who wasn't even there.

Will prepared a feast of a lunch ... mac and cheese and pulled pork sliders ... it really was Will's day. The only blot on our copy book was in the card department. Silvio got the first for lobbing the ball away but it was all a big misunderstanding and he is absolved of the crime. Paschal the international man of mystery committed a cardable offense by booting the ball away and this was a moment of sheer madness. He has agreed to be publicly stoneed before the next game in the center circle by the entire team.

Prediction ... we will beat Crappoli!

Game five versus Nashua

We lost 4-0. I'm gonna gag.