The mountain men from Penrith arrived at Chatswood at 1.30 pm and promptly requested a beer. When told that they were just chilled, not cold, they said, “that’s fine, we just need a drink!”
Gordon players arrived (a total of 19) and the game got under way. Brad Horan spent more time warming up that he did on the field because of a head clash in the first tackle with team mate Matt Fowler. Brad left the field to have his head attended to by a “professional” nurse and looked like Fozzy Bear when she had finished with him. Brad was conspicuous by his absence during the presentations, leaving early to avoid being recipient of the Mug’s Mug!
Matt saw Brad being attended to on the sideline and decided that he would like some of the same attention with a cut eye and suffering a light concussion. When asked to referee, Matt said” I don’t remember playing and it looks like there are too many players on the field (seeing double) . Thanks Matt.
Needless to say, in Brad’s absence, the honour of receiving the Mug’s Mug went to Matt.
The Oakhill boys arrived in force and as usual, the majority of their players had to have been under age as they are so slick. Oakhill being a new team to the golden oldies had no red or purple shorts for their team, however, Gordon, under strength due to previous injuries were strong and gave a grand display of courage to end the game 17 all. ANOTHER DRAW!!
The three teams combined into two barbarian sides for a further 20 minutes which was great fun as it was difficult to know who was on which team, but created great camaraderie.
The regular meat raffle was run by Brittany Prowse and her friends. Thanks girls.
Brittany then drew out her dad’s ticket to win the raffle. So, of course we all know that Brittany rigged the raffle!!
Overall, it was a great day with lots of fun friendship and fraternity on the day. What better way to end it than having a couple of virgins slugging it out in a chug-a-lug. Welcome to Golden Oldies Boys!
Check out the photos here.