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Last week kept me occupied, hence me not putting anything up. I did try a couple of times though, I just never got a moment to do it properly.

Oh well, its here now. Read it.

There was a time when my nights were consumed by bowling, I was doing the stupid sport 4 times a week plus a night for training. Now, its a little more civilised with one night being used for competition and a couple others for training with the big man, Paul Kanafa.

I was getting drained of the sport I loved by doing too much of it. I prefer it this way methinks, much more time for other pain inducing things.

I say pain inducing because, well, some of the other stuff I do hurts. and, it would seem, I’m an idiot because I keep doing it.

As most know, I play with the mighty Eeyore on Tuesdays, this doesn’t hurt as much as it did mainly because I’m used to it. Unless some sod kicks me then it hurts like a motherfucker. I play beach volleyball now too, I don’t quite look like a fullsized tit now, only a moderately sized one. The Eeyore beach volleyball team started with the absolute decimation of my gym trainer’s team last Monday. They didn’t even get a look in. I have to say, watching Spence leave divits in the sand from one of his jump serves is fun to watch. It’s amusing to watch the opposition member being targeted move out of the way of something as painless as a volleyball.

Except its not painless, its moving at cracking pace. At your head.

I also play another sport called Workball. Matt, my gym instructor named this one. Not sure how he came up with it but thats what it is. It’s a hybrid of soccer and touch football and is pretty damn quick and tiring. I want him to open the playing tables up for me to bring in some other players but I think thats a little down the track. I definitely think the game has merit.

Just have to define the rules a little more.

So, in summary, I’m knackered. However, I only went this far so I could say that I probably feel a better than Paul after outdoor soccer training on Friday night. He’ll get used to it I’m sure, but for now Saturday morning’s are probably going to be a bit sore. I’ll be out watching the games, most of the Eeyore starting lineup is playing for Tea Tree Gully this year so it should be good.

I have no intention of playing outdoor soccer. Ever.

Most of you know Bill, or know of Bill. Or at least hope you never owe money to Bill because I don’t think he’d have problems extracting it from you. Even if he doesn’t have a crossbow. I make mention of the big bearded fellow because an anniversary is coming up. Bill has been growing his current beard revision for almost a full 12months. I think the anniversary is only a couple of weeks away now, Bill can tell everyone the actual date I’m sure.

So everyone wish Bill’s beard a happy birthday, buy it a gift, maybe some shampoo, maybe a nice scrunchie, whatever you want but please, please be careful. He does store things in there and you might just find out why Bill looks like he should be on crimestoppers.

Now to get him to shave it off.