With the sun intermittently shining down, plenty of people made there way to the green to watch as the titans of OTBC chose their partners and strode onto the battlefield to compete for the Ken Hughes doubles.
As well as the 9 pairs that were playing , there were spectators, supporters, well wishers and the occasional vagrant that had wondered in from the street. Wiggy, Savo and Jack all popped into to say hello, but nobody would play with them so they had to make do with spectating. Jack asked himself to play but both his personality's Egos' clashed and he spurned his own advances. I did hear he has made up now and was playing with himself last night.
The runners and riders paraded around the green as the punters got a good look at the form and commented on the quality of buttocks on show.
The prelim saw two of the more fancied teams facing off against each other. Richie with his shiny new woods and looking resplendent in his cap had teamed up With John Price. JP was taking this Easter thing seriously and pulled out a miracle of his own by feeding the 500 hundred spectators with a rather nice Cob each. I think he must have stolen Hermiones' bottomless bag as he kept pulling these cobs from a satchel that wouldn’t hold more than two exercise books and a He Man thermos. They played against Chris James and CJ - I am not sure Chris new what he was getting himself in for but he spent most of the match sat on a bench head in his hands muttering to a higher power to save him. Despite CJ barely keeping a wood on the green and on at least one occasion struggling to keep a wood in Solihull, the rotund two just ducked out.
In the first round proper RD & JP faced the newly formed tag tea, of Dodgewanna. Its always good to see an up and comer paired with a grizzled veteran and the two complemented each other well. Chris was very nice about Nee’s knee brace and shorts combo and Nee loved Dodgy's sunglasses. With the favourites tiring, Dodgewanna took the game by two pinfalls and a submission.
The Chuckle Brothers had Drawn H and a lucky loser from the first game - Lucky for H that loser was Chris and not CJ. Your favourite brothers from the entertainment world came through though as Craggers managed to find his one mark he is allowed to have on his 16 home greens.
Dave Evans and Bob Asquith took on another family duo in the Greenhill’s and this was another game where the fancied side started slowly, with Dave and Bob bowling very well and taking a well deserved lead. Pete and Chris though were not going to lie down and fought back to take the game into a winner takes all end and advancing in to the next round.
Bucko and our lovable Scouse rogue Karen James were next up against our third Family team of the Priestners. This proved to be a real coupon buster and left the brackets in tatters. The much fancied co-ed couple were beaten by the greater chemistry and guile on display from the father and son team. Karen assures me it was just new team teething trouble and they will be making a run at the title next year.
The semi’s featured Dodgewanna up against the Twin Towers? The Road Warriors? Demolition? Ok, how about the Dudley Boys - I'd settle for that? No okay then the Bushwhackers. Craig found his other mark and forced Dodgewanna to be disqualified as Dodge wouldn’t break the hold after a five count and Neelash got caught using the brass knuckles. Earl Hebner ejected them both as The battered and bruised Chuckles limped into the final.
The Greenhills Vs The Priestners was a tactical - game Chris and Pete wanting to keep things high tempo and The Priestners slowing the game down with their more methodical style of picking a body part and working it, slowly grinding down their opponents. Pete and Chris found another burst of energy before Hulking up, wagging their fingers, big boot, leg drop stick a fork in them they’re done.
The final then featured Chris and Pete Greenhill the father and son team vs. Craig and Scott Taylor the brother and monkey team, returning heroes from a bygone age.
The Greenhill’s played the right shots and were unfortunate as Craggers found his other mark which was suspiciously similar to the other two, and with Scotty calling his shots the final fell into the arms of the Chuckles. Confetti fell from the ceiling as the crowd went wild, mobbing all those involved in the epic final. Actually I think someone woke up long enough to notice the game was over, turned of the lights in the pavilion and locked up.
Presenting your new Champeeeens, the men with the gold, your Tag team champions of Olton - The Chuckles.
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