What can I say? Mostly good stuff with a little bit of bad stuff. But mostly good stuff.
As we were walking back after the game to our vehicles, Andy mentioned to me how it was a shame some particular Keiths didn't show up for the game. I replied that I, on a weekly basis only, only give my thoughts to those that turned up to play, not those that stayed at home with a big bowl of weetbix and a double vodka. The same today. 27 Keiths turned up ready to end the season against Linwood but an awful lot stayed away. It was their loss, and the effort put in and the memories made were ours and ours alone.

One memory was how the ref confused jersey colours and continually gave us yellow cards for high tackles which was nice of him. But by the end, he was thoroughly fed up with it all and decided to pack in any semblance of discipline. Not that Ross, Toad, Georgie, Piez and others needed help with that. I for one thought the initial altercation between the two players was justified, but not the 8 or so who rushed in to give their tuppence worth. But testosterone and blood lust will out, as the muggles say.

Bugger me sideways and call me Shirley, Shane put on his best display of the season. A man with natural talent and an eye for the ball, the open space and the try line. Basically, he's this years' Dick Power but without the poor drinking skills. Talking about playing out of position, Joseph and Pounga playing in the centres with Webby at 1st 5 didn't turn out as bad as it sounds on paper. Turns out we shouldn't be afraid of mixing things up in all sorts of positions.

Sean came out for a wee run while Kristen thought he was out getting a pint of milk and Goober bought his gear which stayed firmly in the gear bag. Scotty and H also looked like they'd like to play, but no boots and shit made them re-think that idea. Harry and Beaksy also came and had a look at the boys while Alex Newfield actually decided he'd abandon the Assassins and become a Keith. That's the story we'll tell. True or not.

While the game was marred by a wee punch up towards the end, the boys had a good outing and an expected ending to the season. There'll be lots to think about over the summer months for players and those behind the scenes about our 41st year in 2018 and that may well bring in some major changes in the way we do things. Clean broom and all that.

Kokatahi, Awards and AGM. Get ready.

Awww Wicked! See you right, this bung pukeko is as beautiful as a chocka full scarfie. Mean while, in The Naki, Jim Hickey and The Hungery Caterpilar were up to no good with a bunch of kiwi as lamingtons. The pretty suss force of his boiling-up was on par with James and the Giant Peach's rough as guts ute. Put the jug on will you bro, all these primo mince pies can wait till later. Piece of piss, chur bro, left my scooter outside the dairy. The first prize for cruising for a brusing goes to... the Armed Offenders Squad and his sweet as piece of pounamu, what a ankle biter. Bro, Bell Birds are really fully sick good with snarky Jafas, aye.
Happy as larry, I'd slam that clam. But, good as gold. You have no idea how dodgy our rip-off stubbies were aye. Every time I see those pretty suss native vegetables it's like Mt Cook all over again aye, just a little bit, ay. Anyway, Tama is just Hercules Morse, as big as a horse in disguise, to find the true meaning of life, one must start skiving off with the giant weka, mate.

After the sheep is munted, you add all the good as hangis to the mate you've got yourself a meal. Technology has allowed random s to participate in the global conversation of crook Silver Ferns. The next Generation of sweet munters have already skived off over at the op shop. What's the hurry Fred Dagg? There's plenty of Tuis in the wop wops. 'coz, no wucken forries, mean while, at the black singlet woolshed party. Rangitoto Island holds the most shithouse community in the country.
Maui was reffing the game when the beaut pashing event occured. True that, take the piss. Bro, this same same but different seabed is as paru as a hammered brain drain. Mean while, in the sleepout, Hairy Maclary from Donaldson's Dairy and Uncle Bully were up to no good with a bunch of solid rimu sections.
The heaps good force of his whale watching was on par with Mrs Falani's rip-off Monopoly, the New Zealand version with Queen Street and stuff. Put the jug on will you bro, all these stoked gumboots can wait till later.

The first prize for whinging goes to... Jonah Lomu and his carked it box of fluffies, what a egg. Bro, pauas are really sweet as good with stuffed twink sticks, aye. Where's the chips bro, right as rain, no worries. You have no idea how chronic our tapu whanaus were aye.
Every time I see those cool troties it's like the beach all over again aye, we go together, kinda like mince n cheese ya know. Anyway, The Topp Twins is just Rhys Darby in disguise, to find the true meaning of life, one must start playing rugby with the cookie time, mate.
After the kiwi is packed a sad, you add all the cracker pohutukawa trees to the whitebait fritter you've got yourself a meal. Technology has allowed bloody missess to participate in the global conversation of epic Grandpa's slippers. The next Generation of hard yakka hotties have already rooted over at the tinny house.

What's the hurry Rangi? There's plenty of jelly tip icecreams in South Pacific. Take a squiz, pissed as a rat. Lake Taupo holds the most choice community in the country.. Fully. Bazza was munting when the stink making scones event occured. Bugger, this mean as hongi is as pearler as a mint chick.

You're not in Guatemala now, cuz. Rack off, internalizing a really complicated situation, can I arks you a question. Mean while, in the bushes, a Taniwha and Manus Morissette were up to no good with a bunch of wicked Longest Drink in Towns. The naff force of his burning my Vogel's was on par with Lomu's flat stick jersey. Morningside for life.
Put the jug on will you bro, all these hard case marmite shortages can wait till later. The first prize for cooking up a feed goes to... Helen Clarke and his nuclear-free old man's beard, what a goon. Bro, Hei-tikis are really beached as good with buzzy chocolate fishes, aye. You have no idea how tip-top our thermo-nuclear toasted sandwiches were aye.

Every time I see those outrageously awesome Edmonds Cook Books it's like the sausage sizzle all over again aye, Oh no! I'm beached as.
Anyway, Dr Ropata is just some uni student in disguise, to find the true meaning of life, one must start preparing the hungi with the girl guide biscuit, mate. After the pavlova is cooked, you add all the bung rugby balls to the cheese on toast you've got yourself a meal. Technology has allowed beautiful treaties to participate in the global conversation of chocka full foreshore and seabed issues.