Tall Tales and True
Its the off season now and not much footy going on. So, I thought that I would start up this thread. Stories about the players or the club or things related to the club. Make it interesting but whatever you do, never let the truth get in the way of a good story. I'll post the first three and then post a few more in the days to come.
The Saxaphone player
As you know Will Minson grew up in Norwood, South Australia and played football there when he was 18. Prior to that he studied at St Peter's College, Adelaide, and played junior football at Walkerville.
He learned to play the saxaphone. He'd give recitals to his mates but never sort of understood why that by the time he came to the end of the recital everybody seemed to have disappeared. One night he was around his brother Hugh's place who lived on the third floor of a block of flats over-looking the street.
Suddenly a car alarm went off in the street outside. "That's my car alarm," said Will, "and my saxaphone is on the back seat." Everybody rushed out to the balcony to see Will's car below, the window smashed.
Oh no! They all ran downstairs and out to the car. They looked into the car and to everybody's horror the saxaphone was still there.
Its the off season now and not much footy going on. So, I thought that I would start up this thread. Stories about the players or the club or things related to the club. Make it interesting but whatever you do, never let the truth get in the way of a good story. I'll post the first three and then post a few more in the days to come.
The Saxaphone player
As you know Will Minson grew up in Norwood, South Australia and played football there when he was 18. Prior to that he studied at St Peter's College, Adelaide, and played junior football at Walkerville.
He learned to play the saxaphone. He'd give recitals to his mates but never sort of understood why that by the time he came to the end of the recital everybody seemed to have disappeared. One night he was around his brother Hugh's place who lived on the third floor of a block of flats over-looking the street.
Suddenly a car alarm went off in the street outside. "That's my car alarm," said Will, "and my saxaphone is on the back seat." Everybody rushed out to the balcony to see Will's car below, the window smashed.
Oh no! They all ran downstairs and out to the car. They looked into the car and to everybody's horror the saxaphone was still there.
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