Showing posts with label Bats. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Bats. Show all posts
14 September 2009
PUB FOOTY
So the Old Bar Unicorns were beaten by the Bar Open Bats. Tote Hotel beat the East Brunswick Eye-Gougers in a close battle. There's talk of a few more teams for next year, perhaps i'll play too!



Labels:
Bar Open,
Bats,
East Brunswick Club,
Eye Gougers,
Old Bar,
Pub Footy,
The Tote,
Unicorns,
Victoria Park
PUB FOOTY
So the Old Bar Unicorns were beaten by the Bar Open Bats. Tote Hotel beat the East Brunswick Eye-Gougers in a close battle. There's talk of a few more teams for next year, perhaps i'll play too!



Labels:
Bar Open,
Bats,
East Brunswick Club,
Eye Gougers,
Old Bar,
Pub Footy,
The Tote,
Unicorns,
Victoria Park
02 January 2007
New Year's Eve.
I'm back.
Not usually up for much on NYE these day- it's an amateur drinker's fest. The competition is poor, but the field is large.
Went over to Richmond early in the evening and ate way too much excellent Vietnamese food. A bit later, I watched through a taxi window as a swarm of fruit bats came across town to feed, just as the 9.00pm fireworks were starting along the river bank.
Then fireworks on the beach- I'm sure someone in a boat out on the bay tried to hit the police helicopter with a flare gun at 11.55- and home. The fireworks were pretty corporate and all, and there was a crappy dance party going on too. But on the way home we ran into a local homeless guy sitting on a bench. He had an open stubbie of Coopers Pale Ale clutched in one hand, and three more in a plastic bag between his feet, and seemed to have the right spirit going on.
Not usually up for much on NYE these day- it's an amateur drinker's fest. The competition is poor, but the field is large.
Went over to Richmond early in the evening and ate way too much excellent Vietnamese food. A bit later, I watched through a taxi window as a swarm of fruit bats came across town to feed, just as the 9.00pm fireworks were starting along the river bank.
Then fireworks on the beach- I'm sure someone in a boat out on the bay tried to hit the police helicopter with a flare gun at 11.55- and home. The fireworks were pretty corporate and all, and there was a crappy dance party going on too. But on the way home we ran into a local homeless guy sitting on a bench. He had an open stubbie of Coopers Pale Ale clutched in one hand, and three more in a plastic bag between his feet, and seemed to have the right spirit going on.
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