GRAND FINAL... and a message from the captains

Its Dojo V Slamtown, mysterious V tanned, Happy Days V Jersey Shore. Any other comparisons??  


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.


  The Slamtown Flatball Club are ecstatic to be back in the Grand Final defending our title against an opponent we know all too well. We are all very excited to be playing in the Grand Final, and know that it will take a collosal team effort to get over the line. We have a few hindering injuries in Abra and Jordii, but we are confident that we can get the job done, knowing we'll still have part of their services on the sidelines. The Dojo are a classy team, and we wish them all the best in sporting competition. We know that they have some high flyers that we'll need to contain, and we'll need to be a focussed group to successfully defend our title. We hope to see many of you out there enjoying the game, and if you feel that good vibes, palm trees, and ocean breeze are more your thing than round house kicks, and board breaking, then by all means, wear some orange and lend us your support. Looking forward to it. 


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