Last night I had two activities at opposite ends of the "success" spectrum. First was Oztag. It had been raining all day, but not quite enough for it to be cancelled, and it of course got heavier as the kick-off time approached. The rain is wonderful for our garden so it's always welcome, but that doesn't mean I want to play football in it! We had a number of players out (Hamish, Geoff and Warwick), we didn't play well, and the other team was much better than us, all leading us being on the wrong end of a 50-0 drubbing (well OK it was probably closer to 15, but it sure felt like 50). I think the game was summed up nicely near the end, with Webby in the clear and about to get us on the scoreboard, before dropping the ball over the line.
When the final whistle mercifully sounded I rushed off to my poker night. Lady Luck had clearly decided to make atones for me getting thrashed in pouring rain by dealing me an amazing string of fantastic hands. At one stage I flopped 3 full houses in 4 hands, which was enough to make Andy and Al buy back in again. Poker is an easy game when you get dealt the best hand every time! I finished $100 up, my best result in the couple of years I've played with this group.
So I guess I had better watch myself at poker the next time our Oztag team is the one handing out a flogging...
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