PUNCHDRUNK PIE NIGHT and PRIZE-GIVING

Here's the official trailer....


Better version (?) but still with that pesky sound glitch here

Would be grouse to see you all there, let me know I'll reserve you a chair.

FINALS WEEK 2

OUTS:
Matty: His Blues just won by too much in the end to give him the perfect weekend. See ya next year.
Leah: Just one of many people let down by the Sainters.
INS:
Tassy: Lost the battle, still alive for the war.
Dick: Making the most of late-season luck.
Alex: Down but definitely not out
Jesper: Been thereabouts all year and still not going away without a fight.
RESTED:
Steve: His Saints are dead and buried, he's out for revenge, straight through to the Prelim
Logger: Faded toward the end of the season proper, but HE'S BACK!

The TIPS

Here's who went what:


By my reckoning, at this stage (friday night) Logger gets a week off and Alex fronts up next week against the winner of the Jesper v Leah game.

The FINALS

So the top 8 go through to the finals comp. The agenda echos the leagues finals play-offs, a knock-out comp, Drunk against Drunk, depending on ladder position. Two lowest losers eliminated this week, two highest winners to get next week off.
Here's a picture:

Each Drunk to name the winner from their corresponding game and a winning margin. Margin is only relevant if both Drunks nominate the same team as winners.
The first-named Drunk in each game should nominate an EVEN margin, and the second-named an ODD margin. That way we'll get no dead-locks.
Good luck.

Tassy on top of the world!

And there we have it, despite a late lunge for the line from young Alex, despite some last minute nerves and trouser-soiling, and a couple of weeks of mozzing in this here blog, TASSY has pulled it off, and will soon be hoisting the PunchDrunk Cup for the second time.
Congrats mate, if we can find an engraver who can spell your name it'll be scratched into the silverware alongside all the former greats.
Tas tells us this is a good omen for his Swannies to win the Big One, cos that's what happened last time he won, so put your bets on. I'm not sure yet what the prize pool is mate, but I reckon you could just about turn it into a million if that happens.
Thrusting himself into second spot is Alex 'I'mkindofabigdeal' Maxwell with an exciting late surge, and hanging in there for third prize is new-boy Andy 'Logger' Lloyd, who while looking like a winner two or three weeks back, til I mozzed him, has had an outstanding first-up season as a Drunk. He arguably should have taken out the DreamTeam too, and we'll no doubt hear much more from him over the years.
Here's how it all worked out in the end:

Stavros, PunchDrunk elder statesman and founding father proves there's still a little lead in the pencil, though unluckily no more money in the bank, nosing into 4th, and Matt, I reckon has been sitting at 5th all year and stayed there.
Jesper has anointed himself the new Greg Norman and slid from what looked to be an unassailable lead at some stages throughout the season to 6th. Still not a bad effort from someone who has trouble seeing past the round ball.
Making up the numbers for the finals, Leah and I did just enough to elbow Dickwad and Dave out. Leah walking back into the 8 a few weeks after taking a tip-free holiday and blowing her chance to win the whole thing and dropping out of the 8. And myself lobbing for the first time all year at just the right time to go through.
I'll work out winnings when I get a chance, but it's a 60:30:10 break-up of whatever's left after jackpots are paid, and first prize should be just under a grand I reckon, assuming everyone pays up. More on that later too.
Congrats Tas. Apologies for not trumpeting this earlier in the week, just got back from NZ and playing catch-up.

League of Drunks - The wash-up.

Chimps eat Cheese.
In the end it was a matter of survival of the fittest. And it just goes to show that on the evolutionary ladder at least, half man/half monkey is vastly superior to a bunch of mouldy milk molecules and enzymes with a bit of rennet chucked in.
With neither team at full strength, my Champanzees, with five first 18 players sitting watching on from the stands, got up against Jim Richo's Cheesedale, who were similarly under-manned. That's just life in the jungle.
I was absentee coach for the weekend, and sadly missed all the to-ing and fro-ing, but it went something like this:

Champanzees 2,017 def Cheesedale 1,935

Meanwhile further down the food chain....
In the bottom-feeder division we had the near perfect pairing of sausage and egg, with Derek's Weisswursts rubbing up against Alex's Ovaries. Must be a cosy work environment over at MARS.
In a very close tussle The Ovary Punchers came first with the score-line looking something like this:

Ovary Punchers 1,683 def The Weisswursts 1,649.

Drunk on a ladder Round 23

Two weeks back I totally mozzed Logger, virtually handing him both the PunchDrunk cup and the DreamTeam championship. Sorry Andy. Last week I tried it with Tassy, but he just swatted it aside, with a haughty 'I defy your mozz'. He was just too strong.
Still this is the final round, the traditional stumbling-block for many a Drunk. Games don't go according to plan, the footy gods are merciless. Can Logger, Jesper or Alex pull the right lever? We'll all know in a matter of days.
I'm heading to in-law-land NZ tomorrow, I'll miss everything, but good luck to all.