I love a good trip to the seaside. If we lose, we get a good view of the Pacific and a lovely tang in the air wafting across from South New Brighton and if we win we get to say we beat the Sharks in their own pen. Which we did. Only by the fortunes of fate.

A couple of nice surprises today in the team. Scotty has returned full time after some guest appearances in the last few years, Alan, whom you may know as George, has said he's here for the season after watching Dick play for three years, Psycho and Goober have sort of semi-committed to playing a full(ish)season but the real surprise was the return of Unit, who gave us his best 15 minutes at the end much to the consternation of his missus and the standyby orthopaedic surgeon. Oh, and Kev is back from Vietnam.

Sharks/Keiths matches are traditionally a hard one to call as to which way they will go, and today was another we're up, we're down it's too fucking close to call oh my god i'm gonna have a fucking heart attack (again) kind of game. Webby started his season off fully rearing to go after a two week period of him getting used to the new playing strip (oh wait, we haven't got any yet). Whatever the real reason, he's playing on all cylinders now and scored a rather nice try. Check the video if you don't believe me. Scotty dotted (fell) down over the line which Tom got his only conversion for the day after. He also managed to get the first penalty of the season as well, so things may get tricky in the points ladder later on if he keeps kicking okish. As expected though, Sumner came back hard as at half's end, were only behind by 2 points.

Changes at half time bought some new speed into the players but we stagnated in the points dept for a while, letting the Sharks get ahead of us for most of the 2nd half. Tom and A.J. got into the game fully with tries and some hair pulling, but the main talking point for the next court session will be how Spook was more interested in the view out to sea than if the conversion went over or not (which it did) but because he didn't raise his flag, the referee didn't award it. Up by only 2 and 10 minutes on the clock and a rough and determined Shark attack had us all on the side sideline (even Uli) asking a non existent deity for help. Luckily, defence, defence defence and the ref's whistle kept us ahead.

Three in a row. Who would have thought.