The Lexington Regal Eagles keeper looked a bit old and knackered but proved to be a geriatric cat who used to play pro. He saved a penalty and at least two other goal bound shots that would have beaten any other keeper in the league. The final score was 5-3 and they scored two in the last ten minutes which was a bummer. Cain scored two and George got one for us and George's goal was an official "belter".
We adjourned to the Gilf's post game pastoral pad for beer and munchies after the match .... we enjoyed a fire pit, a pack of friendly pooches and some tasty bites. The Gilf was pumping out sausages and burgers on the grill at a furious pace. I pigged out on crisps (chips to the Sherman Tanks), drank two beers and loaded up a sausage. This would normally be a perfectly satisfactory lunch but I decided to go for a burger as well and this proved to be my downfall. After the party I drove homeward and nodded off at every stop light. I woke up each time when my head hit the horn and passers by started banging on the window.
I got home and headed for the shower but decided to catch a few zeds on the bed whilst watching the Hammers thrash Everton. I missed most of the game because I was snoozing. When I finally woke up it was getting dark so I took my shower, changed straight into my PJ's, skipped dinner and went back to bed where I would "sleep the sleep of a thousand martyrs". I know what you are thinking and yes you are right ... I'm an old fart and a lightweight beer drinker! JB pours two beers on his morning frosted flakes for heavens sake!
Next up are Peabody which still sounds like an insult to me!
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