My wife loves opening day more than I do for a number of reasons.
The excitement of waiting for her bowling husband to come home in his role as hunter gather with a monstrous
Chinese takeaway large enough to feed Xinjiang province (I wonder do they really eat chicken curry of the breast, fried rice half and half with peas and onions and a portion of chicken balls in Xinjiang province.) Or maybe the excitement lays in waiting for me to return to the homestead and in a clear and coherent manner regal the stories of that day’s boyish rough housing!
Or maybe it’s because she now knows the summer is here and I’ll not be in the house much for the next six months.
This years opening day was a two day session what with Lord Butler being unveiled on the Friday night and then King Smith on the Saturday. This brought new challenges to us seasoned bowlers, namely how to get a two day pass out and most importantly trying not peaking to early on the lemonade and having to be carried out like “The Count.” Gladly I can report that most were indeed able to last the two days. Excellent work chaps, shows all that training in the winter has paid off. Both days were a credit to the respective presidents and I wish them all the best for their year.
By the way I’m looking for another four glasses to make up my set of Pat Butler Whiskey tumblers, these will sit proudly in the good room where I’m not allowed to sit, in the crystal cabinet, and they will be displayed beside my Italia 90 Esso Packie Bonner glasses, so give me a shout if you have any.
Observations.
Never ask Pat Butler to put up a fleg, apparently it took Peter McGarrity an hour and a tub of Vaseline to untangle his
mess.
Whatever happens to the opening day photo? Has anyone ever viewed it?
Jim McCormack’s jokes went down like then Titanic, please new material or we will have to get the guy who does the vets Christmas dinner MC, I hear he’s a scream!
Apparently silence all day Sunday in the Magorrian household because Sean was not called to sing The streets Of New York! Why Jim Why? We all had set aside an hour of hour day for this!
Well done to all who stayed and socailised and especially those who sang, even if you did forget the words.......Ray, or did sing a song on a loop.......Carl , or were not good enough to be called........Sean.
Ouch.
Franko once again was champion of the Rogues league, Billy T apparently gutted at loosing and Mick McCarney just smiles as always knowing he and Frank were always going to split the winnings, thats the talk.
Gerry Carson has a new hat for the new bowling season, he had to give Rommel his back apparently the Third Axis offensive starts next week.
No excuse this year for foot falting or delivering a couple of turnips, when in doubt, call on Coach Stiff or the delightful Alan. Apparently your in good hands.........
Good to see some old strangers back in the fold and welcome to the new members, I hear Peter Thompson is raging he’s not the only Dutch man in the village now!
With the arrival of the new kit I’m sure its only a matter of time until the more senior members of the club starting mixing up the gear, remember everyone, playing at Falls is care in the community on a larger scale.
Remember big ring to the outside