 Missy’s Mail 12
The end of another season and no doubt a memorable one for the boys from Chatswood. With a number of players saying goodbye indefinitely to the club, Gordon will have a new look for season 2007/08. Ridiculously senior players in the form of Falk, Stobo, Wilson may be forced to take on a leadership role in higher grades next year. Particularly Michael Falk who is keen to stay ahead of Damon Livermore in the runs for the club race. Falk sitting on 9,881 must be weary of Livermore who will captain next seasons 4th grade team, attempting to be the first man to score 4,500 runs in the one season.
(One of many of Will Smith's farewells)
As stated previously, many players won’t be at the club next season which will indeed give opportunities to younger players, or if the selectors follow the Australian Rugby Unions lead, they will be forced to tempt a number of Baseball, Softball, and T-Ball internationals with some considerable cash to cross codes.
I have been privileged enough to attend to a number of farewells for departing Stags. Will Smith, Jordy Holmes, Neil Longhurst, Bretty Rosen have all had shin-digs to send them off in style. Brett’s farewell has cost me an arm and a leg.
 I’ve had to pay for his plane ticket, one way, and his accommodation all around the globe. Now all I have to do is put illicit drugs in the Dazzler’s bag at customs in July, and rig Harry Evans HSC results forcing him to stay in school for another 12 months. For my sake let’s hope Craig Knight isn’t back next year, otherwise I’ll never be able to buy my way into 1st grade.
(Jordan Holmes)
Although all the players who won’t be around next year will be sorely missed both on and off the field, I think I’ll miss Jordy the most. Such a character is Holmes, he epitomises how life should be lived. To an extent anyway. Always full of energy, a great man to have in your team and your club. If one things a certainty it’s that you’ll get 100% out of the hairiest man in Grade cricket. Probably the most annoying person I know as well. Loves to hit people - particularly the pretty ones. Needless to say I’ve copped many a beating from Holmes.
The usual suspects will be travelling overseas in the Australian winter for some off-season cricket. Jules, B-Mac, Cubby, Reg and Hoppa will all be making the voyage across the seas for the 5 month tour. I’ve heard rumblings that Reg is off to Holland. No doubt B-Mac will be making a quick stop off in Denmark to visit Gordon’s favourite significant other, Anne Louise.
 The 3rd grade Grand Final, as disappointing as that result was for Gordon, saw a good turnout from current and former Stags. Dean Goldsmith and Richie Paul were both spotted down at Chatswood a well as Mark Weise and Gareth Wright who intend to return to the club next season. Dane Tills was there as well, recalling stories of his days in Bathurst Uni and the times he shared, the people he met - and slept with. Good times. His manager, Nick Medcalf was also seen lingering. The post match celebration was ridiculous. There’s plenty of youth in the 3rd grade team. There was so much wetness behind the ears I almost slipped and fell as I walked into the Chelsea Bar to meet with the runners-up. A good night was had by all and that’s all that needs to be said.
(Looking good Hosko)
I spent the evening with E-Ric, D-Ric, and Jimmy Hosking who had a tale to tell or two. Most notably his run-in with former Miss Universe, and my ex-girlfriend Jennifer Hawkins (Hawko to me - and JOF). When Jimmy arrived outside Cargo Bar in Darling Harbour in a cab and in a state of healthy intoxication, he was surprised to see the first face he came across was that of the new Myer Spokes-Model. Jimmy said he was looking good - and he knew it. I believe him. When is he ever not looking good. She looked at him. He looked at her. Time I’m sure stopped for a while, and Hosko had nothing.
Nothing came out. So star struck was “Van Damage” (the artist formerly known as DJ James Hosking), that he was unable to produce the perfect pick up line. So on she went, I’m sure heart-broken. Jimmy’s one chance with Hawko, gone. Poor Jimmy, he told the story and was evidently heartbroken. I’m sure she’s crying into her pillow somewhere. Oh wait, no she’s not. She’s travelling around the world for television production ‘Getaway’ and if I’m not mistaken in a relationship at the moment. But still a brush with fame for Hosko.
 Finally the prize for “Tool of the Week” goes to Dave Millar. Even though I have watched in awe as the Colts unbelievable season has unfolded, I must bring down their fearless leader a couple of notches after what happened in their semi-final against Blacktown. As me old mate “Millsy” was batting on his way to an unbeaten 60 odd he required the sight screen to be moved.
(Missy preparing for next season)
Because the opposition were young and not as developed as a man like Millar (I’m told one of their players was 12 years old - no that’s not a joke - well it is but I didn’t make it up) he decided to take his gloves off, drop the bat and then run 50 or so metres to move the sightscreen for himself. If only the GDCC’s paparazzi member had not been in the trees taking snap shots at Chatswood oval. Forget the leaping lizards competition, that would have easily been the photo of the year.
Thank-you to the Colts who saved me from running naked from the Green Gate to the Harbour Bridge. Midway through the season I had made a bet that if the Colt’s didn’t win back to back premierships I would make the 20km journey up the Pacific Highway. The grand final came and the Gordon boys had me half nude at 6-90. Luckily for my dignity and modelling contract, Ian Skinner took the score to 180. Sam Hinton eased my nerves stating at 6-90 “That’s 50 too many, the Colt’s won’t need to bat again”.
He wasn’t too far off, and the close of play saw premier candidates Randwick-Petersham 6-28. The match was declared a draw the following day - Colt’s were back to back premiers and I’ve stayed warm ever since.
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