Horsing around

Miserable night. John Leyman tried to start 10 mins early, which was just fine & dandy for John Smith's team cuz they were all there while all we had were Jeff & I. Obviously they don't have real lives, just like me & Jeff. I stalled, perusing the decor in the gents bathrooms for a few mins before taking a leisurely stroll to the bar, ordering a drink & returning to the arena, just as Liz appeared with Weasler close behind. The clever stalling tactics didn't really matter though cuz we got an ass kicking.


We stunk.

We lost 4-0, getting crushed. To make the evening even worse, I got halfway home only to realise that Bulldog hadn't given me my break stick back & I had to trudge back thru the freezing cold to get it.

What a p**ser.