Sunday, July 25, 2004

23-21.
In the last ten seconds. I'm surprised I have any hair left, and I was watching it on delayed coverage. Spent the last ten minutes of the game tearing my hair out and yelling "I love you....Byron! Chris! SAMMY!" depending on who had the ball. And "I hate you..." depending on you DROPPED THE BLOODY THING. Jeez.

We won though. Phew. I possibly wouldn't have got that excited, except I thought we were going to lose, and I'm usually right. I AM.

I've had a lot of gin. I think it was only three, but it may have been more. Steff only had one, the wimp. But she pukes, and I don't, so there you go.  AND WE WON.

My goodness, I'm suddenly very sleepy.

Marshall wasn't in the game much. But good ol' Chris Jack was. And Byron, with his stylish shoulder pads. [admittedly he may just have odd shoulders.] And Carter, with his MISSING of penalties.

God, I'm so much slower at typing when I've been drinking. I could have left this till morning, but i wanted my excitement to be fresh. But it's all gone now. Sad face.

[but we WON.]

Oooh, I can feel that gin....yeeee.

It just occurred to me that i should mention that doug howlett scored the winning try. Yay for doug. I take it all back. You don't really look like a child molester.


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