Around a third of the way through the fixtures for this season sees Parwich sitting in third and fourth places respectively in the Tuesday and Thursday leagues. An even SPREAD of wins and losses across both competitions sees us poised to get on a ROLL and strike for glory in either to take the spoils come September.
On the Tuesday format we have to date had great wins on the road at Bradwell and BAKEWELL (ha, that could have been one…) and at home last week in a particularly thrilling encounter to Chatsworth, whilst suffering narrow losses at home to Tideswell and at Matlock Park and Wirksworth. Thursday’s we’re unbeaten at home but form away has let us down at Baslow, Youlgrave and Matlock Bath. But there’s time.
However Team Captain Dawn will need to use her LOAF before each and every game, motivating all members to emerge from their COTTAGE or FARMHOUSE, wearing their best bowling BLOOMERS. Conditions need to be taken into account; a recent application of fertiliser to one green turned the surface to MARMALADE; while two away matches and a friendly in a week can cause a fixtures JAM – in which case players need to CONSERVE their energy.
CRUMBS – We’ve even managed in between to SANDWICH friendly matches with local clubs Chatsworth and Hazelwood which have gone a long way to enhance the social side of the sport and which have been endowed with sumptuous teas for refreshment. A WHOLE MEAL indeed.
This week sees us back on our travels; to Whitworth Park on Tuesday and Matlock Park on Thursday, (which in this heat may see us DRIPPING.) Two stern tests indeed which would see us move up the two leagues respectively if we can hold our nerve. (If we can’t then we’re TOAST.)
Anyway, no more FLOURy words from me – it’s all been great fun. There’s a good spirit in the team but there’s always room for new players to have a SLICE of the action. Don’t be CRUSTy, you won’t KNEAD any DOUGH, just turn up on a Sunday practice and have a go; bring a friend and you can say “I’ve brought MA MITE with me.” But don’t leave it too long you’ll find yourself saying “Sorry HONEY, the season SCONE.”
M.J.
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