Sadly the bowls season ended last night. Jacks Hit were lying in 5th place, just outside the money, with one game to go. We were up against one of the two undefeated teams and the two teams we could catch both had games against teams with losing records. It didn't look good.
Me and Casey got there early to get some practice in and bagsed the scabby old pink bowls that had served us so well in week 1. Turns out this was a good move as our opposition got off to a slow start and we were 4-0 up after 2 ends. They were no mugs though and even had their own personal bowls (losers). They edged the next few ends to go 6-4 up.
Then came the defining moment of the whole game...Miller who had been bowling awfully till this point stepped up to send down the final bowl of the end. We were 3 shots down and going 9-4 behind with about 15 minutes left would have been game over. Miller rolled one up to within inches to take the point.
We were inspired and nicked another couple at the next end with the help of the tape measure. So with a few minutes left we were 7-6 ahead.
The final end, very tense, Eden leading off put one very close which held the shot until the last couple of bowls. With the clock ticking down, us one ahead and knowing that if the buzzer went we'd finish this end and that'd be it, Miller stood over his final shot. He held steady, and steady, and steady, and steady, and the buzzer went, and he held steady, and steady and finally bowled it. It was nowhere near but that didn't matter - they had one bowl left to win it...The guy steps up and fires a drive down. They had the next 2 shots after ours so if he cleared our bowl they'd win. He missed it by a matter of millimetres and we won.
We had an anxious wait for the results which almost slowed the wolfing of free burgers. It turned out that the 2 teams above us had both lost and we got 3rd place. I went up to receive the applause and the envelope stuffed with $120 in cash. We had a choice - buy 80 vodkas or pay our subs for the next tournament in Feb. I'm not sure why we chose the sensible option.
One other thing - mum, I'm sorry for the foul language in the previous post, but it was a direct quote...and you were there. Hopefully this will save me from a clip round the lughole in a few weeks. And all you pottymouths out there, don't think this is now open house to spew forth your verbal filth.
One final thing...good work there Monty my son...
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butter wouldn't melt Owen!
It's ok, she knows I utter the occasional (mild) expletive....Natalie ratted me out when she got caught swearing once.
Cheers sis.
You better start learning some new words for when your mum arrives due to the limited vocab that will remain after the mild occasional expletives are removed
You don't swear in front of your mum!?!?
You'll be telling me next that you haven't told her about your 60 a day ciggie habit and about the giant tattoo of a leprechaun on your back.
I don't swear.
Full flipping stop.
gartside, the swearing in the uk may get you down but you didn't have to leave the country, mind you.
and i did remind you.
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