MFP at the Ballet

On the surface The Wanderers is a club steeped in history, with a culture of chivalry and gentlemanly conduct. With this in mind, The Ballerinas organised a social game on Saturday against a makeup side of the MFP's and Steve Brown's Men's E side. A bit of a hockey followed by a braai and a few fines perhaps?

Not on your life. What was planned as a chilled social hockey game deteriorated into an all night bender at Manhattan where a few of us danced the night away with a the lovely ladies of The Ballerinas.

The hockey itself was a bit of a 1-sided affair. The girls loaded their side with 1st team ringers, a strategy that backfired as the guys overcorrected somewhat smashing home between 5 and 15 goals (I have absolutely no idea of the actual number - my thoughts were on avoiding the tiger, thanks to the "quiet one or two" in the name of Stoks Jr the night before) to the single reply from the ladies.

I don't have many pictures from the day - a good and a bad thing as it turns out. Sadly no pictures of the ladies, who were looking beautiful all dolled out in electric pink. Unfortunately there's one in every village, in this instance Bushy (seen above, all in pink, doing the superman with Adrian Evans) who joined the girls team and lived up to his name with an all too realistic impersonation of a Soviet weight-lifter from Chernobyl (low-cut pink top + hairy nipples = dreadful).

Trent, the only other MFP to rock up - showed why we hide him in goals, missing the only good long-range through ball I've ever played. Oh and he was wearing T-savs. No pictures of that either thank goodness.

The Fines Meeting that followed was where things really started getting scruffy. Rude songs, underage drinking, embarrassing stories, the usual nonsense... this momentum carried through to the braai where everyone chipped in with some great banter, with the exception of the resident Dr. Hazard who shocked the daylights out of us with a medical story making us more aware than ever of the full value of the C-section.

From there to Manhatan - more chaos and the night sort of disappears into a Red Bull induced memory loss. Still trying to put together the full story of the evening, you'll be disappointed to hear that there were unfortunately no new inter-team diplomatic ties forged... apart from Trent, but that doesn't count!

And there were no stories at all about a leg. None.

Thanks to Jeanne, Steve, et al for setting this up. A great afternoon/evening/morning out. Anyone with any pictures please mail them to me and I'll update the site accordingly.