Eagle-eyed regular readers might just have picked up on my ever-so slight issue with the club's perennial fund raising raffle - the Krooked Klondike. Every so often I might have alluded to the fact that not only did I never win the damn thing, but that certain unnamed club worthies, who may or may not also be the Club President, seemed to find my continued lack of success most amusing. To such a degree I was never entirely certain my tickets were always making it into the tombola ahead of the half-time draw....
I may have mentioned something of this in the odd article on Patgod, but even I was surprised that typing "Klondike" in the Blog's search engine yielded at least three dozen articles about how badly the club had treated my loyalty over the years.
Well, despite the efforts of that unnamed club official, who's initials may or may not be KS, on Saturday, at home to Barwell IT FINALLY HAPPENED.
That's right, KS (if those are his initials and he may or may not be the Club President) wasn't on the Klondike selling table when I entered the ground and made my purchase. 45 minutes later, despite being stationed next to the duffest tannoy speaker in the ground, I was pretty certain the number called out matched one of the tickets in my clammy fist. A few minutes into the second half I bumped into my nemesis, who upon hearing of my good fortune pretty much confirmed my long-held suspicion by congratulating me whilst also letting me know in no uncertain terms that had he been selling the tickets this wouldn't have happened.
I
KNEW
IT.
However, never let it be said that I'm the one to let this rivalry continue to fester. I'm happy to be the bigger man and declare a truce. I'm going to let bygones be just that. When I enter the ground next Saturday it will be with a clean slate. All previously animosities forgotten. I'll just make sure I only purchase my Klondikes from Gary Foreman from now on and everyone will be happy.
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| Happy Days. As long as I don't stop to think of how much I've spent over the years for this one moment in the sun..... |
I may or may not be the person mentioned in this rather direct commentary. If I am that person I’d like it to be known that I arranged for my granddaughter to draw the ticket out of the barrel. She is now banned from future games and from my house. But I would like to send my best wishes to the winner.
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Well done you!
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