Dearest Yabbies, Tomorrow marks a significant day for our club and its folklore. In the evening we will celebrate our season, including a premiership in second grade. We are collection of men who together make up the most revered and envied force in Canberra’s city suburban cricket - and we will mark this occasion as one tribe, with a one voice, as we shout out our claims to legend under this Southern sky. But much earlier tomorrow, as the birds stir and chirp, and the lake glistens seductively beneath the first of the morning light, a starting gun will pierce the morning quiet to sound the commencement of the first of a long history of foot races between Yabbies club members. We will pound the pavement in the name of individual glory - to be celebrated among all of our Yabbies brethren. All Yabbies are encouraged to begin this special day by witnessing this race. The run starts at 7am sharp, so please get down to the start/finish area at King George Terrace and be sure to be at the finish line by 7:30 at the latest, to ensure you see a fast finish from all Yabbies who are running And these moments will be momentous indeed, as they pass into sweet perfection in annals of Yabbies’ history. The sages have predicted that the finish of this event will be talked about long after we are gone, with the stories of the day passed down from one generation of Yabbies to the next – firmly central to the Culture of Yabb. Make no mistake while all runners will be celebrated, the race has established itself as a grudge match fuelled by misplaced pride, poor chat, and the desire to be crowned the inaugural Yabbies 10k champion. Will it be Simon White? The man who has trained plenty but has little in the way of starch or gumption. Will it be yours truly? A man with some starch, plenty of guts, but with limited fuel in the tank? Will it be Sebastian Knox, the club president who only recently claimed to have never run a 10k, who also had one of his internal organs ripped from his person only a number of weeks ago, but who is now reported to be putting in training runs well beneath the hour mark. It could be any of these, but my money is on Sam Malfroy. So – judgement day is upon us, as is our celebration. Which reminds me, Knoxy has asked me to remind all Yabbies need to pay their $30 for the dinner to secure entry to Preso tomorrow night. Yours, Murph
Posted on: Fri, 11 Apr 2014 05:42:21 +0000
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