7pm to watch the teams warm up; game on at 7.30. Invite your friends and family, and especially any rookies you know... beers, sausages, hot chocolate...
Below is a lovely message from each of the captains. First ones' the Mayor, second from Sensei.
Tha Mayor
You
know Adz, I grew up spending every single school holiday staying with my
grandparents at Mermaid Beach on the Gold Coast. There was the beach at one end
of their street and a cinema, mini-golf, Maccas, Pizza Hut, Sizzler, KFC and
computer game arcade at the other. All good, clean fun – if you ignore the
contents of the KFC deep fryers and Sizzler salad bar. The Pink Poodle was
still just a rubbish old motel with a dodgy pink neon sign out the front. You
could see magic tricks performed in a fake castle on top of a small hillock
called Magic Mountain, or see the highly un-scary freakshow at Ripley’s Believe
It Or Not. You could even get lorikeet poo all through your hair at Currumbin
Sanctuary.
Yep
– those sure were the days.
And
how, you’re no doubt wondering, has the GC changed in the many years since I
was a kid? Well – I’ll tell you: not one bit. Okay, some of the names might
have changed but the general idea stays the same. And in some ways that’s for
the best – imagine not having ladies in gold bikinis paying for your parking!
Even
the New Zealanders are the same – they used to come over here to start organic
wheatgrass juice bars, and they now come over to get their careers as male
strippers off to a suitably glittering
start.
Which
brings us neatly to the Slamtown Flatball Club. What has become very clear to
me over the past two BPL grand finals we’ve played against them is that what
they claim to be their “Canadian” accents are really just poorly affected
“American” accents being put on by people who are, in fact, New Zealanders that
never made it in the male exotic dancing biz. FACT! They certainly take their
shirts off more than most, and call each other “boys” a lot, which is cute
really.
Indeed,
this despair at what might have been probably explains why the Slamtowners take
their Ultimate so seriously. With their dreams of undressing for a living
dashed they now have to labour – fully clothed – at being winners at the next
best thing in life: Ultimate Disc. And boy oh boy do they put in the effort.
Their drive down to Brisbane each week could be dismissed as a nice break from
the usual Thursday night GC routine of violent crime, but the reality is that
they’re here to win, week in, week out. You have to respect that.
And
this is why all of us at the Dojo love matching up against the Slamtown team
whenever we get the chance, especially when that chance is in the biggest game
of the season. Last season the will to win was the differentiator between the
two teams on the night. Now, with their first season as custodians of the Dog
Cup behind them, will the Flatballers have the desire to once again stare down
the spectacular full-field aerial game of the Dojo? After being forced to make
2 out of 3 rental payments to their Field 1 Dojo landlords this season, can SFC
exercise their option for another season’s lease?
You’re
going to have to watch the game to find out. Well not you Adz – you’ll be on
the field right next to me, kicking Slamtown’s Flatballs.
Sensei
Ha ha ha. That's gold.
ReplyDeleteCant wait to see how this conversation resolves itself on Thursday night.
Mat.
Thanks Captains and Adam - a good read.
ReplyDeleteDojo by 2. The old gringos do better than the beachboyz in the cold.
"slamtown's flat balls"
ReplyDeleteBrilliance