Team Details 2004

Blitz Review....

Christmas is over now lads. And who is the man that ruined it? All will be revealed....

Not a good year for the Trainspotters, not a very good year at all.

Unfortunately, we had a tough game against the Thirsty Scholars. Shit game really, we always had this thing in the back of our heads that if we won St Stephens day drinking time would be cut short. Someone even said in a timeout - "Fuck sake lads, ye're playing like ye fucking want to fucking win!!!"

I had a great game, even though "Frank O'Rahilly reporting live for Radio Kerry Sport" omitted my name from the game report, I was our key man, 12 rebounds. Unfortunately, I was also being sent to the line quiet a bit. 5 missed free throws, I think they might have gathered that Trev isn't going to be a real "sharp shooter".

With the game winding down and turning into a real "hum-dinger" of a game, I looked to the bench for some rest… none was forthcoming. As my head went the colour of the centre circle the game was surely ours with a 13 - 10 lead with only 30 seconds left. But James O'Sullivan made sure that wasn't the case as he drilled a 3 with only 20 left. Free throws to sort this one out.

At the bench there was a lot of talk. Snuffy would always have been the natural choice but with the stats from last years final fresh on our minds it was decided that Darragh McCarthy was our man. Now personally I felt I was due one, but my wit was met on the sidelines with nothing but scowls of disapproval!!!

Up went Darragh… rolls in… pops out!

Up goes James… net.

Up goes Darragh, the hopes of literally tens of people on his shoulders… NOOOOOO!!!

James again… this one to win… net

FUCK!!!!!!! WE'RE OUT. It's not even 1 o'clock… the snacking hour… and we're out!

Yes folks… Darragh McCarthy. Darragh McCarthy ruined Christmas.

Which left the lads do what they do best and get fucked up royally for St Stephens Night.

Bridesmaids Game

10am. The morning after the night before. I reared my ugly head at about 9.30. Realised as I walked into the hallway that my Mom had forgot to wash the gear… the fact that I hadn't told her to do it wouldn't have had anything to do with it then.

Anyway, I thought, we only wore 7 of them, there are 12 of them, probably only 5 of the fuckers will turn up, so… not a problem.

Unfortunately… every… single… one of them, turned up. 11 of them. 11

Some of the management team started to think we could actually win this, playing against Vodka Shots, who it must be said, would probably only get served in a handful of pubs, and A vodka shot would send most of them well over the fucking edge! All that being said one of them was about 6' 5" and it was definitely between himself and Biggs for the worst hair cut of the blitz.

Started as you would expect any Division 4 Men's blitz game to start, low scoring, boring, and YES… YES… this threatens to turn into a game of basketball any minute.

Needless to say… it didn't. The highlights, Pearse being forced to sit down after 2 minutes due to 4 fouls. Pearse giving out holy shit to Dan - "You're only a fucking bollix anyway!" James bolting for the horsebox after a measly 2 minutes of court time to talk directly to God on the big porcelain telephone. And of course El Chimp scoring 6 points and actually looking like he could play a bit of ball. Well done el chimp!

However, we didn't win, and the lads who beat us went on to win the division out so don't feel too bad for yereselves.

Cormac followed Kells example and threw up outside the hala after the game. Mr Lyons… Kudos.

Nice one lads… proud of each and every one of ye!

& with both teams now out, the squad moved onto more important things...
Pub Golf 2004 ! - Read about it here

 

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