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The Final entry for Season 5
And now a Nannas competition to name the new Nannas Animistic Totem. Ballsy Brush, Nutsy the Nutsiest Squirrel, and just plain old Scallops have already been put forward. Send your entries in to The Nannas. Special thanks to Chris Anderson for providing such an apt mammal. And its a big wake up call to the Nannas to have a look at what's hanging between this little fella's legs and think about what's hanging between theirs.
The Nannas now has a new section dedicated to the visual arts. Thanks to Nat&Ali for kicking it off. To Visual Art
Controversy at the end of the Quest To Be Striker for season 5. But rules are rules. To Striker Season 5.
Season Roundup Incomplete
Season 5 - Round 9 - 14.02.2002 - 1/5 Loss to Azzuri
Season 5 - Round 8 - 07.02.2002 - 3/3 Draw with Flying Rhinos
What are you going to do eh? Talk about something else I guess.
Nannas Alternate Reality #1
Like the time the Nannas were in Vietnam, the Killing fields. A highly trained team of special ops, black ops, wet ops, soldiers: bought together to do the jobs no-one else could or would. Colonel Kurgen, leading from the front, more medals for bravery than a lion's got whiskers, more confirmed enemy kills than a tiger's got stripes, more guts than polar bear lunchtime in a fur seal colony. Hugh the hard man lugging the heavy hardware, the M-60s, the RPGs, the miniguns and the stingers - the death bringer. Tao, the tunnel rat, naked but for his jockeys, greased up with a colt-45 between his teeth, flushing commies out of the holes they live in. Wally Wong the sniper, death from afar, shoot a dummy out of a babies mouth at 2000ft in high wind, in the dark, with his hands broken - do much worse to a red chinaman's head. Cocky the demolition man, high explosive, low explosive, remote det, timed det, mercury switches, shaped charges, tnt, fertilizer & potassium, semtex or nuclear- if it goes bang Cocky's your man. Chas, the face of a thousand faces, whatever you need he can be - a fat Russian General, a bearded arabic merchant, an acne ridden Chinese peasant girl - any accent, any dialect, with or without poisoned lipstick. Fraser, the interrogator, the truth finder, he could talk Pol Pot's pin number out of Ho Chi Min, and if that didn't work he'd lumberjack their arse 'till they sold out their own mothers. Takeshi, the point man, moves through the jungle, unseen, unheard, unsmelt, kills quickly and silently, knives and the garotting wire his weapons of choice. The Coach, advanced tactical, the chess master, 3,5,10,23,100 moves ahead, double agents, triple agents, quadruple agents it doesn't matter - the coach knows all. Kelvin, the operator, advanced jet fighters to rickshaws, space shuttles to Soviet era mobile missile launchers- if it moves he can make it move, really well. And Gilly, the scrounger, always wheeling and a dealing: need a flight to siberia and the finest Swedish 'ladies of the night'- he'd make it happen, a case of dom perignon and an Iraqi issue AK-47 copy - give him four hours.
Yeah they were the days alright. Stationed out of Da Nang: Fire Base Juliett, drinking rice wine and smoking Meekong Delta Dakka through our rifle barrels, and doing the Lord's work - ridding the world of the communist scourge. Things were so simple then. Marlboro cigarettes and Budwiser beer. Comrades born in the heat of battle. A team so cohesively formed as to operate as one. Brothers in arms.
They can't take those bonds away from us Nannas, men who have killed together are inseperable. Though time and distance may yet separate us, never can it part our manly bonds formed through what we have done together.
Semper Fi Men, Semper Fi
Coach Out
Round 9 Team
Photo
Round 8 Team Photo
Season 5 - Round 7 - Bye
Season 5 - Round 6 - 24.01.2002 - 6/1 Win Over Wasted Youth
Season 5 - Round 5 - 20.01.2002 - 5/3 Win Over The Hungry Hippos
It's hard for the Coach to write on account of he's so choked up with emotion and pride at the butt reaming skill, talent, and downright superiority shown by the Nannas over the last four days (and the computer's fucked and typing is appearing long after I push the keys). Scene One: MacRobertsons Girls High School, the Nannas slightly dazed and confused due to new venue and low numbers still manage to walk out there like we own the court, playing like old masters[Goya, El Greco], laughing laughing laughing. And what did we see? A good old fashioned Nannas Avalanche- 2-1 down at half time, but were the Nannas worried? Negative. Did the Nannas show fear? I tell you they did not? Casually taking control of the Game, the Nannas scored magnificent goal after mind bending goal. Was the final score 5-3?
Then, Scene Two: The Nannas are playing northside for the first time ever, stepping up against the biggest, fattest, ugliest, angriest (but not without talent) team in the league -Wasted Youth- the Nannas DOMINATED. Yep that's right the Dominators (nee Nannas) absolutely wiped those Wasted Youth arses all over that Brunswick Secondary College Gymnasium. Not for a picosecond did the Dominators look like losing. And what other outrageous scenes were witnessed by those souls fortunate enough to be there on that hot Jan. Thursday, none other Than Chris 'G-Force' Gill doing a lap of honor with his t-shirt over his head. This can mean but one thing- Manchuria has paid off: a goal to the Goalie! But wait, the protest flags are flying - there is talk of an own-goal. An extraordinary meeting of the Quest to be Striker Committee is called. They deliberate quickly, wisely, and without fear or favour. Their descision is final and binding. They rule: the goal stands and will be awarded to Gilly, a deflection does not an own goal make.
And speaking of goals and those who score them - blow me if it isn't the most ball tearing, rip snorting, camel quimming Quest To Be Striker we've had in a long time. The Coach and The Chasm standing toe toe, slugging it out like a couple of old prize fighters trading punch for punch, neither able to break free from the reach of the other, up at the bowl like a couple of pissed idiots engaged in a kidney destroying game of swordfights forcing every last millilitre of urine out through their respective urethras - showing no quarter and caring not for dank smelling trousers, only for the ultimate glory and glorious kudos that belong to the winner of the Quest To Be Striker.
Coach Out
Team Photo (kind of)
In the absence of anything match related to say the coach puts forward this aphorism for the the Nannas to ponder.
"You're like a pay toilet aren't you? You don’t give a shit for nothing"
In the interests of avoiding plaugerism charges I will give credit to the Enigmatic US multi-millionaire film producer, aviator, and inventor, Howard Hughes for his utterance of this witty if crass statement to US actor Robert Mitchum. 'What', I hear Nannas all over melbourne saying, 'is the coach wasting my time with the sayings of long dead enigmatic recluses for?' Well my short fused Nanna's Compadres, Mitchum like the Nannas and indeed Hughes don't give a shit for nothing, they give a shit for something and that's the Nannas, although Hughes didn't give a shit for the Nannas[they weren't even invented when Hughes died] he gave a shit about cleanliness and not getting touched by sunlight[which the Nannas could also learn some valuable lessons with regards to] and of course Mitchum didn't give a shit for the Nannas, he couldn't even concieve of their existance, but he did give a shit for freebasing crack and screwing crack whores while remaining a Hollywood star when that sort of behaviour should have got you struck from the A list quicker than Hughes' air speed record of the time, which isn't exactly what Hughes was driving at (and the cluier Nannas out there would have picked that up and worked out that I'm messing with you a bit here), because what Hughes is really trying to say is that Mitchum did nothing for nothing, perhaps he should have said you don't take a crap for nothing or accept a crap for nothing (like a pay toilet), everything you do is in exchange for something, which is exactly how the Nannas operate and I'm not talking cash money (which Hughes was wrt Mitchum, although he could talk the mercenary fucker) I'm talking Nannas getting out there and giving it all for Nannas pride, Nannas respect, Nannas Kudos, and really what greater payment is there? Yep it's the little brown hearts of the Nannas that make world go around and the reward is the doing and the doing is the reward, and that's what makes us all so brownly proud.
Coach Out
No Team Photo