Official Match Thread Season 37, Grand Final - Sin City Swamprats v Ophidian Old Boys at SFA Park

Who will win the Season 37 Sweet FA Grand Final?


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Clearly the OOBs are confident.

I think it's pretty obvious to everyone that the pressure & stress is getting too much for me.
Ultimately it's clear the pure expectation of reality has finally set in & you are picnicking.
EFA
 
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You have to keep going....

The victorious team will be the one who has the poster with the most contributions in this thread.

Currently GotTheGoodes is leading the charge, but DemurePrincess is hot on his heels 10 posts behind.

Swamprats need your support in this time of need. Get spamming!!

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'Twas Ant Bear , from Sin City, that caught the cycling craze;
He turned away the good old horse that served him many days;
He dressed himself in cycling clothes, resplendent to be seen;
He hurried off to town and bought a shining new machine;
And as he wheeled it through the door, with air of lordly pride,
The grinning captain Jackster said, "Excuse me, can you ride?"


"See here, young man," said Ant Bear, "from Alberton to the sea,
From Conroy's Gap to Castlereagh, there's none can ride like me.
I'm good all round at everything as everybody knows,
Although I'm not the one to talk - I hate a man that blows.
But riding is my special gift, my chiefest, sole delight;
Just ask a wild duck can it swim, a wildcat can it fight.
There's nothing clothed in hair or hide, or built of flesh or steel,
There's nothing walks or jumps, or runs, on axle, hoof, or wheel,
But what I'll sit, while hide will hold and girths and straps are tight:
I'll ride this here two-wheeled concern right straight away at sight."


'Twas Ant bear, from Sin City, that sought his own abode,
That perched above Dead Man's Creek, beside the mountain road.
He turned the cycle down the hill and mounted for the fray,
But 'ere he'd gone a dozen yards it bolted clean away.
It left the track, and through the trees, just like a silver steak,
It whistled down the awful slope towards the Dead Man's Creek.


It shaved a stump by half an inch, it dodged a big white-box:
The very wallaroos in fright went scrambling up the rocks,
The wombats hiding in their caves dug deeper underground,
As Ant bear, as white as chalk, sat tight to every bound.
It struck a stone and gave a spring that cleared a fallen tree,
It raced beside a precipice as close as close could be;
And then as Ant Bear let out one last despairing shriek
It made a leap of twenty feet into the Dean Man's Creek.


'Twas Ant Bear, from Sin City, that slowly swam ashore:
He said, "I've had some narrer shaves and lively rides before;
I've rode a wild bull round a yard to win a five-pound bet,
But this was the most awful ride that I've encountered yet.
I'll give that two-wheeled outlaw best; it's shaken all my nerve
To feel it whistle through the air and plunge and buck and swerve.
It's safe at rest in Dead Man's Creek, we'll leave it lying still;
A horse's back is good enough henceforth for Ant Bear."
 
Get your priorities right mate.
If post count is priorities then I've given up food to commit to this GF thread...

And I have. I missed a callout for a paid kfc box for lunch today because I was posting & not listening...
 
If post count is priorities then I've given up food to commit to this GF thread...

And I have. I missed a callout for a paid kfc box for lunch today because I was posting & not listening...
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The machine can not keep up.
 
'Twas Ant Bear , from Sin City, that caught the cycling craze;
He turned away the good old horse that served him many days;
He dressed himself in cycling clothes, resplendent to be seen;
He hurried off to town and bought a shining new machine;
And as he wheeled it through the door, with air of lordly pride,
The grinning captain Jackster said, "Excuse me, can you ride?"


"See here, young man," said Ant Bear, "from Alberton to the sea,
From Conroy's Gap to Castlereagh, there's none can ride like me.
I'm good all round at everything as everybody knows,
Although I'm not the one to talk - I hate a man that blows.
But riding is my special gift, my chiefest, sole delight;
Just ask a wild duck can it swim, a wildcat can it fight.
There's nothing clothed in hair or hide, or built of flesh or steel,
There's nothing walks or jumps, or runs, on axle, hoof, or wheel,
But what I'll sit, while hide will hold and girths and straps are tight:
I'll ride this here two-wheeled concern right straight away at sight."


'Twas Ant bear, from Sin City, that sought his own abode,
That perched above Dead Man's Creek, beside the mountain road.
He turned the cycle down the hill and mounted for the fray,
But 'ere he'd gone a dozen yards it bolted clean away.
It left the track, and through the trees, just like a silver steak,
It whistled down the awful slope towards the Dead Man's Creek.


It shaved a stump by half an inch, it dodged a big white-box:
The very wallaroos in fright went scrambling up the rocks,
The wombats hiding in their caves dug deeper underground,
As Ant bear, as white as chalk, sat tight to every bound.
It struck a stone and gave a spring that cleared a fallen tree,
It raced beside a precipice as close as close could be;
And then as Ant Bear let out one last despairing shriek
It made a leap of twenty feet into the Dean Man's Creek.


'Twas Ant Bear, from Sin City, that slowly swam ashore:
He said, "I've had some narrer shaves and lively rides before;
I've rode a wild bull round a yard to win a five-pound bet,
But this was the most awful ride that I've encountered yet.
I'll give that two-wheeled outlaw best; it's shaken all my nerve
To feel it whistle through the air and plunge and buck and swerve.
It's safe at rest in Dead Man's Creek, we'll leave it lying still;
A horse's back is good enough henceforth for Ant Bear."
Ode to an Ant! 🐜
 
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So is your supposed big doodle!

I’ll have another drink while I wait! At least the more drinks I consume… the less disappointed I’ll be! 😊
 

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