No more footy - here comes cricket! Nick was fined $5.00 by his club (Emerald) for appearing in the above picture which was published in the local paper. There's some dispute over whether he actually hit the ball or whether the bowler was so slow that Nick finished his stroke before the ball arrived. He was caught for 59. He's playing in the Emerald firsts and is on the club board.Annika now plays soccer for a Uni of Melbourne team. Dom was going to play cricket this season in a team of his mates but his weekends are so full of music at the moment that he doesn't have the time. He's playing at the Purple Hen vineyard on Phillip Island tomorrow and Jules and I will be attending the gig. Aha - summer...
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My soccer team played for third and seventh place in the finals today. We won, and lost. Wait, what?!
My team, the "Enviro-mentals", a suitably nerdy name for a team of students from the Master of Environments program, was the last of seven teams to enter the University mixed league this season. The prospect of a bye each week was looked upon unfavourably by the other teams, so we were asked to spilt our relatively large sqaud into two and form a second team, bringing the league to an even eight.
At the beginning of season, we fielded two full teams and played the second round match against each other as if we were mortal enemies. But as the university semester progressed and the more "study conscious" players in our midst fell by the wayside, were faced with dwindling numbers and sneakily began fielding the same squad across both teams.
Fortunately, the typically lax university sports administration staff didn't seem to notice that the same team of players was contesting two games each round, sometimes back-to-back. We laughed off comments by the other teams and avoided answering questions like, "you look like you've already played" and "didn't we play you guys last week?". I'm not certain they bought it. Flying under the radar was a particular challenge given our team was comprised predominantly of vocal and impassioned South Americans who liked to yell at each other (encouragingly), the opposition (less encouragingly) and the referee (least encouragingly of all).
There was some concern within our camp that were "both teams" to make it to the finals, we might have to a) reveal our secret and b) challenge the laws of science in order to play each other. Fortunately, we managed to avoid this situation, because one of our teams was far better than the other!
This is the part of the story that makes the least sense. Explain to me, if you can, how the same group of people can play in both teams each week, against the same opponents, in the same league, with one of these teams finishing third, and the "other" dead last? I'm at a loss.
Early on in the season we established the tradition of a drink at the end of each game. We drank a lot today, for we were both celebrating and drowning our sorrows. It was a win-win situation, for the Publican at least.
xo Annika
Sport is always like this, Annika. Your uncles, aunts and cousins would also be interested in your team sponsorship. Explain please...
Classic. I hope you wore fake moustaches to disguise yourselves in the second game of the day...
Kate
Okay - I'll tell the sponsorship story. The team went to a Carlton pub after a game for a drink and the publican, out of the blue, offered to pay for their uniforms and - get this - gave them a $500 voucher for drinks at the pub!
Nice one Annika. I bags having you in my soccer team next Roff Christmas.
Grant, set up a tripod at the Purple Hen and post some footage of Dom for us..
Nick, I believe that you timed that perfectly, and you have hit an exquisite cover drive to the picket fence. Good shot.
How about Annika stealing your thunder on this blog..!
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