SA Footy

Corona Man wrote:

Booney wrote:

bennymacca wrote:

Booney wrote:Regardless of the weather outlook I rate having a golf day tomorrow!

@bennymacca @Dissident

Keeen.

Until I shank it onto the road on the first

We'll start up the back, so you might shank the first into the scrub.

Even so, I wouldn't discount the road just yet.

at my best i shoot high 80s or low 90s

but given i havent played in a while i doubt i will be anywhere close to that

The collective noun for SA Footy golfers tomorrow will be "Ordinary"

Booney wrote:The collective noun for SA Footy golfers tomorrow will be "Ordinary"

Not Pistnordinary?

Corona Man wrote:

Booney wrote:The collective noun for SA Footy golfers tomorrow will be "Ordinary"

Not Pistnordinary?

Pistordinary and wet

Unbelievable.

I grew up in Brooklyn Park, like all kids in the 80s our street was full of cricket matches in summer and footy in the winter. Our house was about 6 houses from the school so my place was a good one for straight after school shenanigans.

Across the road was Mrs McNamara and her son, Brendan. Brendan had several disabilities, most of the kids in the area were a bit freaked out by him but not me or my brother, so, most Saturdays I would pop in there for half an hour or so and Mrs Mac would bring out some Yo-Yo's or Scotch fingers and some Woodies Lemonade. Brendan had pretty major speech disorders so smiles and frowns would be his communication. He loved his races, if I wasn't at cricket or footy in the afternoon I'd sit there and cheer on his nags in the 5th at Cheltenham.

Mum and Dad brought the house in '64, after they split we sold up and moved out in '92. When we left he was still there, Mrs Mac was well old and I never really knew what became of him.

Bugger me I do some research and find his number, he's still alive ( 68 ), still lives in the same house and has a carer with him from 12-4 every day. I'd left a message about a month ago and a lady called me back today. I'm going to pop in and see him on Monday afternoon.

I spoke with him earlier today, I could hear in his sounds that he knew who he was walking to, little *Boon* from across the road. His carer spoke to me after I chatted to him, she said he was in tears. I am now. Can't believe it. Haven't seen him in probably 25 years.

great stuff booney. sounds like you both meant a lot to each other back in the day

bennymacca wrote:great stuff booney. sounds like you both meant a lot to each other back in the day

We did mate, I can't wait to go and see him.

Good work Boon. Acts like this bring good karma.

Corona Man wrote:Good work Boon. Acts like this bring good karma.

And yet he's playing golf with Bennymacca

daysofourlives wrote:

Corona Man wrote:Good work Boon. Acts like this bring good karma.

And yet he's playing golf with Bennymacca

Which can only bring more good karma.

Corona Man wrote:Which can only bring more good karma.

well played

johntheclaret wrote:

Failed Creation wrote:Daydream Pools & Spas do some quality work too; I've been lucky enough to see some of their pools up close.

You mean you fell in

I'd be ****** if that was the case; I can't swim.

Booney wrote:Unbelievable.

I grew up in Brooklyn Park, like all kids in the 80s our street was full of cricket matches in summer and footy in the winter. Our house was about 6 houses from the school so my place was a good one for straight after school shenanigans.

Across the road was Mrs McNamara and her son, Brendan. Brendan had several disabilities, most of the kids in the area were a bit freaked out by him but not me or my brother, so, most Saturdays I would pop in there for half an hour or so and Mrs Mac would bring out some Yo-Yo's or Scotch fingers and some Woodies Lemonade. Brendan had pretty major speech disorders so smiles and frowns would be his communication. He loved his races, if I wasn't at cricket or footy in the afternoon I'd sit there and cheer on his nags in the 5th at Cheltenham.

Mum and Dad brought the house in '64, after they split we sold up and moved out in '92. When we left he was still there, Mrs Mac was well old and I never really knew what became of him.

Bugger me I do some research and find his number, he's still alive ( 68 ), still lives in the same house and has a carer with him from 12-4 every day. I'd left a message about a month ago and a lady called me back today. I'm going to pop in and see him on Monday afternoon.

I spoke with him earlier today, I could hear in his sounds that he knew who he was walking to, little *Boon* from across the road. His carer spoke to me after I chatted to him, she said he was in tears. I am now. Can't believe it. Haven't seen him in probably 25 years.

Stories like this might make me think you're a good bloke Booney
Seriously though well done

MW wrote:

Booney wrote:Unbelievable.

I grew up in Brooklyn Park, like all kids in the 80s our street was full of cricket matches in summer and footy in the winter. Our house was about 6 houses from the school so my place was a good one for straight after school shenanigans.

Across the road was Mrs McNamara and her son, Brendan. Brendan had several disabilities, most of the kids in the area were a bit freaked out by him but not me or my brother, so, most Saturdays I would pop in there for half an hour or so and Mrs Mac would bring out some Yo-Yo's or Scotch fingers and some Woodies Lemonade. Brendan had pretty major speech disorders so smiles and frowns would be his communication. He loved his races, if I wasn't at cricket or footy in the afternoon I'd sit there and cheer on his nags in the 5th at Cheltenham.

Mum and Dad brought the house in '64, after they split we sold up and moved out in '92. When we left he was still there, Mrs Mac was well old and I never really knew what became of him.

Bugger me I do some research and find his number, he's still alive ( 68 ), still lives in the same house and has a carer with him from 12-4 every day. I'd left a message about a month ago and a lady called me back today. I'm going to pop in and see him on Monday afternoon.

I spoke with him earlier today, I could hear in his sounds that he knew who he was walking to, little *Boon* from across the road. His carer spoke to me after I chatted to him, she said he was in tears. I am now. Can't believe it. Haven't seen him in probably 25 years.

Stories like this might make me think you're a good bloke Booney Then I remember you’re a Port supporter
Seriously though well done

EFA


Nice work Booney

When the 1st beer slides down so easily and beautifully you know its gonna be a good night

mighty_tiger_79 wrote:When the 1st beer slides down so easily and beautifully you know its gonna be a good night

Beers up, Footy on, life’s good!

An unexpected individual who makes things a bit better. Random but good

woodublieve12 wrote:An unexpected individual who makes things a bit better. Random but good

Hope she follows North Melbourne.

woodublieve12 wrote:An unexpected individual who makes things a bit better. Random but good

Make sure you have a pre-wank!

The Julian Burton Burns Trust.

My wife's work booked a table of 10 for the Fire & Ice Ball (A farewell to the trust), we were lucky enough to be asked to attend the evening at Town Hall on Friday night.

This bloke had a vision 15 years ago while sitting in the hospital confined to his bed with only a TV to keep him occupied, all he set out to do was to raise enough money to put a DVD player in each room and buy a few DVD's so the next patient didn't endure the same boredom as he did.

15 years later, over $20M raised for victims, awareness, research and facilities is remarkable, some of the stories and tributes for the night were lump in the throat sort of stuff where you couldn't help but admire what he has achieved and the difference the trust has made to some families.

It was hosted by Mark Sodestrom who was the perfect MC for the job, a fantastic evening that really moved me.