We entered the cage and panted like seals

It was proven last night that if you put a bunch of males in an enclosed area with a ball and anything that passes for goalposts, they will skitter around gleefully panting like seals in heat. We managed this for roughly 10 minutes before one dude was squatting down and another simply lay on the floor, no doubt taking a closer look at the fake grass.

All this stemmed from Gavin’s bright idea of playing football in The Cage yesterday. It’s really a futsal pitch except maybe a bit smaller and with an artificial grass surface. Pretty cool for a relaxing game of five-a-side. Except that we only had six players which meant it was three-a-side. Hence the panting.

There were goals galore as you’d expect from two teams blessed with divine defensive ineptitude. And all of them were tap-ins since, to make the game just a little more challenging, we were only allowed to shoot from within the penalty oval. Gavin scored a few and now thinks he’s a Football King. I hasten to add “Kong” judging from the way he flattened a few of us.

So anyway, the point of this post is to let all two of my readers know that if you fancy a bit of a pant, let me know. We play Tuesdays from 8pm to 9pm. Bring drinks and coins for the vending machines. Oh yes, and babes if you have them. We don’t wanna be wheezing testosterone without some females around, you understand.