In the last 4 years I have enjoyed writing prose about the fortunes and sometimes failures of a dozen or so guys from Terrey Hills and surrounding suburbs. Describing their ability to play the game known in heaven as Touch Football has been a fun hobby. In the last 24 hours I debated whether or not to close out the season with the Grand Final edition. In my ever honest nature writing, with a good example of my description of players skills and / or lack thereof on occasion from some, I must admit that I had chosen not to write this story. After losing 6-5 in our second worst game of the season to a very good team in last nights Grand Final, I didn't feel there would be any good reasons to write this story. However, my smartphone made that known buzz of a text message at 6.23pm Australian Easter Summer Time this very night. It was the VC reminding me of my contractual arrangement that includes amongst other things a post game rant on the description of the game just finished....
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