Snatch and Trough

Hello again from the Perth Hills. Sorry It has been a bit since the last blog but I have gone from not having a lot to write about, to being to busy, or lazy, to write since. In the mean time a few things have happened. First of all our little bottom of the barrel team beat the league leading undefeated team two weeks ago. It was pretty special. Just one of those good games that you win, not one of the games that I'm getting used to down here where half way through someone pulls out a shotgun and blows there foot off. A game played well by both sides that we just happened to win. That is real baseball. And it felt nice, it felt good to give it to these guys. The team we beat had not been beaten at home in 3 years. I pitched well and hit well also but the real story was the intensity that I saw in the guys eyes on my team. We jumped out to an early lead in the first up 3 nothing and I cruised through the first inning pitching. After that I could just see it in there faces that they wanted it, and they believed they could take it. And we did. Beauty!!

This weekend was a different story. We were up 10-1 after five and I was feeling good about taking 2 in a row. We have not done that yet. But, the fact that we imploded defensively eventually got us. But I think by the end of the season we might turn the corner on that nonsense. And if we do that, we could win the whole thing over here. Why not.

So we snatched a victory from the unbeaten team. And in doing this I did not know that Snatch would be on my mind later in the week. For all those with there mind in the gutter, pull out. And for all those with there mind still in the gutter, stay with me. So Friday I bit the bullet and went to work for the bikey Benno with his concrete boys. Big business, I was picked up at 6 am by a fella named Shawn. He was a very nice guy, younger than me, super tanned, stout, and talked about boxing and fighting the whole way to the job. I had a hard time understanding a lot of what he was saying..it was strange, like my mind wanted to know but just couldn't keep up.

Did you get to see the movie Snatch? Great flick, and Brad Pitt did a great job as a Gypsy. Well, that brings me to my point. I spent 10 hours with 5 guys and barely understood anything they were saying. It was English but it was not my English, nor my translated Aussie English I have picked up here, nor was it Spanglish that I have come accustom too, it was something different.
I am not even sure that I can try to explain in the proper way what it sounded like all day, but Ill give it a try. Here is a sample of a conversation between two guys that were there, Shawn and Toad. It is going to be a little crude. Not my fault but needs to be done the right way.....

"Shackle up ha C**T. Or ya bloody be wettin da crete like ur Mrs!" says Toad

"F-U toad ya queensland C**T, fore I lick your back and take the day off trippen" says shawn.

"Luck wit dat your passin tha 300 mill trough thats filth from tha last,"

" No worries, your drama is not with my trough, its your boots, stay in the mud till your heads right or ill smash ya!!"

"Smash this C**T like ya have before, or your too pissed or bankin on the piss for sarvo!!"

"Sarvo? 5:30 for me C**t!!

Hahahahaha were the last words they pushed out, laughing, no dont quote me on this, its just a piece of about 50 conversations during the day, it probably makes more sense than the ones I actually heard.

After the work was done we went back to the concrete business work shop where the beers came out and they all wanted to give me one and talk. Somewhere in the conversation it came up that I did a good job for a "bloke first off, but full on" and that usually the "blokes were dim as F**k. They mentioned that I was quiet though, and if your reading this and you know me, I am usually not quiet. I responded to them "Seriously most of the day, in fact 90 percent of the time I wanted to talk with you guys, but had no idea what you were saying." " I could not keep up or understand most of it."

Shawn responded, " I thought you were just a rude C**t!!!" har har har har they all laughed.

They were all great guys, the lot of them, and I am looking forward to working with them all again soon.

In the Mean time I thought I would share a few things in the lingo that we have figured out...

Sarvo= this afternoon
bloke=guy
jelly=jello
C**t= (figure that one out yourself)
She'll be right= the hell with it, its fine
No dramas, No worries are both big sayings here
tea= Dinner
Dinner= lunch
Brekky=breakfast
cuppa=coffee
bloody oath= your damn right ( use that alot here)
tha mrs= the wife or girlfriend ( I have not heard anyone say wife)
bottle shop= liquor store
digs= innings
safe hit= hit
suke= wimp or baby

and my favorite, one I think i will use back home for sure is anything "as" I have to explain this one, like if we said, "its hot as hell" they would just say "hot as" but you can use it for anything...

Im tired as, its hot as, im hungry as, your late as, weak as, pretty as, fat as, skinny as, broke as, and so forth, I actually liked it better before I described it in words, oh well...

Finally, I ran our loaner car into our fence, the gate is tight "as" I took it wrong, scratched the side of the car, I was totally stressed because it is Benno's car, and the scratch is huge as. I went up to him the next day and said, " Man, I screwed up, Im going to have to pay you for the scratch on the car, I took it at a bad angle..."

Benno belly laughed and said..."No Stress mate, that's all?" " Those are old cars, you know how many I have?" " I have driven around with no tires before just for kicks." "I know a panel beater, and if you try to give me any money its an insult." " No dramas"


....Good People.....Good Friends to have....