As I was driven eastward on Mona Vale road last evening on the way home, I looked to the dark spring sky and saw that the moon was as full as cheap bottle of wine. My Driver, the VC, was babbling on about how great he played and that for me to write the report was pivotal on the world knowing of his greatness. I tried hard to listen but the siren's song of the Sea of Tranquility on the moon's surface drew me away from his constant vitriol on his elite performance in which the Men formerly known as the OverTouchers overcame another bunch of young Bucks and one Deer. Taking a looping pass from his toes, Bulldog scored a magnificent try in the shadows of the post to take the score to 7-6 and register their first official win of the 2016 season which puts the team up into Finals contention. The sound of the hooter was akin to the old guys victory call from high atop the Hills of Terrey. Now I have referred to the term 'old guys' and 'young bucks' and I do...
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