Yeah it really did hurt having to leave I will admit it. I will admit to having trying to cheer myself on using the advice of my old coach Marty, and it nearly stole the Best and Fairest award for myself last year.

I miss the club, but only what I saw it’s potential as being. I was apart of a winning culture, no matter how backwards the senior club’s moral was - we won games and made finals.

Having to leave still hurts to this day, especially now that I well and truly know what it is like to lose. I cannot help but imagine how great I could have been had my original under 18’s coach had not of tried to gain the respect of the senior club by playing son’s of the senior committee members over myself who just wanted to get a few kicks and could do so when given the chance.

I know I could go back next year and give a big crack at redemption in a practical sense, but I know the politics of Footy would ruin another year for me before I even began down in the yard of the green and gold. It may be time to abandon the EFL altogether and look towards a new challenge sadly.

“Who is the man with the big red nose? Who are, who are we?!”

Day 250: We were so close… another four point loss due to the worst referee/umpires I have ever seen. We managed to have 20+ fouls paid against us during my cousin Brandon’s debut game with The Falcons. To put this is perspective the other team only managed to draw 5 fouls for both half’s combined. 

It was obvious the referee’s knew the other side, and I am not pointing the finger of anyone in this photo as it from a game last season I have used as there was none taken on Monday. I won’t comment on the decisions that did not go our way but I will tell you all of a funny story at the very end of the game.

I set a screen on some bloke at the end of our game who proceeded to duck his head into me when making contact, thus sending himself sideways past my shoulders and into the court head first. Upon finally getting up after engaging in time-wasting during the last few seconds of the game and shaking hands with me stating “don’t worry about it that is the nature of the sport”.

The next day a team mate of mine overhears the same bloke the next day at his work talking about how I “decked him and there was a massive punch on” and proceeds furthermore to boast about the aftermath of this “fight” to some girl he is with, about how I was apparently put in hospital. I wouldn’t have thought so - but possibly the funniest load of shit I have ever heard in my life!

Well we are discussing basketball, I will attach the link to my team’s Facebook page if anyone would like to follow our progress and very bad attempt at humour relating to how badly we suck haha: 

https://www.facebook.com/falconsbt

Enjoy!

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Aw yeah Uncle Drew!

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Fucking WOW what a mint call hahahahaha!

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Day 248 & Day 249: I am Iron Man!

Well, I have Iron Man in lego form anyway. My lovely girlfriend and I ended the weekend with some Lego she brought for us to build after suffering another massive loss in Saturday’s football match it has ben good to hide away up her for a few days. 

I would have been lucky to play half of the game in total on Saturday, and did not manage to get on the ground in the first quarter as we lost against a quality side by 180 points. I thought our only highlight was our full back challenging the umpire to a fight in the car park afterwards.

With that I went home and went to sleep until 5.30pm mentally and physically destroyed. Thursday nights training took a toll on me, and I am unsure of the politics behind my limited game time in a huge loss but am a bit beyond caring. In all honesty this year has to be about helping those around me have the best chance of improving their football and provide the best chance possible for them to continue playing next year no matter what side or club they play for.

Aside from the development I have been pretty unfazed. My preparation was far from perfect for the game but I spent the few days before and after the game very well. The result stays the same, and I will soldier on to try and end my losing streak which now stands at 53.

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Day 246 & Day 247: Well it is hard to say because it’s been years since I saw a training session preformed with as much intensity as on Thursday night, but honestly it would have to be in my top five best training sessions I have seen, maybe even the best. We trained with the under 17’s - a side who has not forgotten how to win. Such discipline, a great coach and a strong team environment made us all lift.

We used our voice, got to the contests and did the right things. I would pay for my efforts on the Saturday but that is for another entry coming up soon. It was a far cry from Tuesday, which was the kind of night that made you wonder why I play sport let alone football.

My attention turned to the Friday, where I would catch up with an old mate by the name of Georgia for the first time in upwards for three years (perhaps even four). It was an adventure in itself going to Chapel Street for the first time and experiencing a snapshot of what city living looked like.

A very weird place, must different from Vermont. She has come a long way and it was great to see her again for a few hours and talk rubbish. It was good to meet her housemate Matt and catch up with her Friend Chris again when he arrived there later on. I would make the trip home and await the game in the morning feeling the physical strain of the night before but all in all really glad with what I had achieved and done with my two days to end the working week.

A very well spent few days!

Tam why does this photo exist and why did you post it like 3 years ago? Hahahahahahaha!!!!!

Day 244 & Day 445: Yeah the past two days have had a lot of negatives I will not lie training last night was tough on me mentally and made me ask some questions about what I am doing at my current football club. When all passion for the sport is gone and you cop a fair bit of - and I will use this word strongly - harassment you have to access somethings. 

That aside my girlfriend came over and visited me. She was one of two people that realised the effect it had on me and how much this season in general has worn me down mentally already. Still with conviction I know what I have to do and I know the timeframe of when I have to do these things, but now it all depends on when and if certain things get worse down there. It truly has become a breakdown between a few parties and it sucks to have this happen but for now its about me moving forward even though I know things are going to get worse before they get better. That much I know is true - there is no other alternative.

I had a long night and overslept into Wednesday with my cold returning. The day was wasted already I had woken up at one in the afternoon but I did manage to watch the last quarter of the massive win by the Spurs against the Heat. 

I played in my 52nd loss in a row, and to be honest I believe my next sporting win will not be coming in 2013 unless something amazing happens. I have had my opportunities but that is life. I am a confidence player. I mean that in the sense that NOTHING makes me play as shit than when a teammate or a coach puts me down and attempts to belittle me. Team sports are not about that, and while it is disappointing that football was looking as my only option to claim a win I can’t see us winning the way our attitude is now because if it happens to me I have no doubt it happens to others on our side we are all human. Maybe Basketball will give me a win? I really don’t know. It is more of an open ended question than a statement with a sense of fulfilment at some point in the future no matter how distant it may be. 

I ended the duo of down days listening to this. The music from Majora’s Mask always provokes something inside me. It may be happiness or a sense of sadness but it takes me back to a time not to long ago at all. They were good times, and I tend to forget that period of my past when I look back in time in retrospective.

It’s amazing how the small things seem to matter the most, and the period I got to play through one last N64 adventure in the timeframe of my gateway into adulthood opening overnight I stayed up at my girlfriend’s after she went to sleep until about 3 in the morning was just magical and I will never forget it and how happy it makes me thinking back while listening to the music of the game which is really some of the best ever in my opinion.

I’m almost at the end of the two hours of music and have been doing a bit of University work along with playing some Pokemon very early this morning. It is almost 2.30 so I should look into going to bed soon and get ready for another training session tomorrow and see if I have anything left in the bottom of the tank.

“By no way should you grow impatient. Impatience brings uneasiness and distracts the heart”.

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I know what I’m getting

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