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Category Archives: The Sports Bar
Cricket – The game played in Heaven
Cricket by Hung One On Cricket, the game played all throughout the universe. I mean what would Christmas be if there were no cricket. Think about how sad we all would be. Lets face it without cricket Christmas would be … Continue reading →
Posted in Hung One On, The Games Room, The Sports Bar
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Tagged boxing day, cricket, test match
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23 Comments
Baggy Green Blues
“Now there are blues that you get from happiness There are blues you get from pain There’re blues when you are pining for your team to be shining Blues that are hard to explain”[1] “And there are blues you get … Continue reading →
Posted in Mike Jones, The Sports Bar
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Tagged Ashes Test, Baggy Green, Blues, cricket, Ponting
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5 Comments
Aardvark Me Dead, Damn those Frogs
Holy Shit ! I was shocked yesterday to see in one of those newspapers that they give away at railway stations a photograph of a member of a precious protected species – the Wallabies – with one eye … Continue reading →
Lapping it up in Camperdown
Mallett Street Camperdown, June 2010 Emmjay had grown tired of trying to re-thread the string in his Speedos. The paper clip shuttle was a mistake and he recalled that a bobby pin was the weapon of choice for a lap … Continue reading →
The Fully Sick Rapper
For all our purse-carrying nancy boys ….. after 150 days in quarantine – with TB…..
Yves Blondeau Rolls into the Pig’s Arms
You need Flash to watch this one…. Tough to get insurance …
5.2 The Umpire Raises the Ginger Part 2
OK, I know it’s a typo in the heading but it worked for me… I’m in Hobart an about to talk to the Aussie cricket team, you know, rev ‘em up, for the next game. The Bish has pulled some … Continue reading →
Posted in Father O'Way Chronicles, The Sports Bar
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Tagged Australia, cricket, Father O'Way, humor, science fiction
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34 Comments
A New Opener for the New Year’s Day Test
Digital insertion by Warrigal In an attempt to add some length to the current series against Pakistan, selectors have reluctantly chosen to bring back a little Aussie battler to open the streaking from the Randwick end. “We haven’t seen so … Continue reading →
Father O’Way Meets G O’D Part 2
Digital mischief by Warrigal The story so far. Sandy is invited to dinner at the Rectory with the Bish and a special guest. Sandy mistakenly thinks he is to be told that he is winning an award. The guest turns … Continue reading →
Father O’Way goes to the Oval
Clouds are swirling through the sky as the wind blows cold from the north. Out of a large Cumulus humilis a man appears wearing a flat cap. He talks with a strong English accent “Sandy, Gordon here, I need … Continue reading →
Posted in Father O'Way Chronicles, The Sports Bar
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Tagged Ashes, Australia, cricket, Father O'Way, humor, science fiction
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