26/11/2025
Week Seven, Wrap Up.
Another forfeit, a rogue competition, and would you believe it, less precipitation! Strap in as we cross to our sideline simpleton, BoB, for all the Tuross Touch goss.
He’s the man, the myth, and the moustache-less wonder.
A sideline “journalist” who believes he brings class, professionalism, and an empty esky to every game. (He waits until you’re headed to the fridge and yells, “Yeah mate, I’m a bit thirsty!”)
Stay classy, Tuross. Because BoB absolutely won’t.
Word on the street is Batemans Bay has cooked up a rogue football comp and the scoop here at the BoB HQ is the big wigs at Tuross Touch are ready to dish out 10-year bans to any would-be defectors and their managers daring to glance over the border. We’ll keep you updated on the Lomax’s and Pappies of our little league.
The Cheeky Grinders v The Bottle’o Slab Grabbers
ANOTHER FORFEIT!!! There needs to be an investigation, or a Royal Commission. The Bottle’o grab one of the easiest wins of the year along with some cheeky for-and-against padding, while the Grinders are left staring down the barrel of a B-grade finals berth.
Slabs kick back (5–0 forfeit)
Fully Tanked v The Meat Wagon
The struggle for players was real. Both sides started with about five each, which is about two skeleton crews. Slowly the troops trickled in, including Jack “I’ll Start a New Team” Godfrey, rising from the ashes while suffering either a heroic hangover or a catastrophic man-flu. We may never know.
Tommy Evans went full highlight reel, bagging four tries and helping the Tankers hold out an emptied-out Meat Wagon, who continue sliding toward a B-grade fate.
Can someone give the Wagon a late game next week so they can actually field a squad?
Tankers topple the Wagon (7–2)
Mud Slurries v Salty Boxes
The Muds march on with another scalp on their way to the finals, but not before the Salties came out swinging and threw on a few early pies. That forced the Slurries to crack open the OG Touch Playbook, featuring such classics as:
• The Wombat – Slow, messy ruck, yet mysteriously effective.
• The Friday Frother – A chaotic long-side scoop where nobody sticks to the plan, but a try somehow emerges.
• The Sizzler – Ball whipped through five pairs of hands like someone flipping snags at Sunday sippers.
From there the Boxes were denied entry to the tryline like BoB at last drinks on a Mondy night.
Boxes get creased (9–3)
Pink Panthers v Fishy Figs
Never assume. That’s what young BoBby was taught back in the day, right before he ignored it for the rest of his life.
On paper, with 26 total points scored, you’d expect the A-grade Figs to have steamrolled the B-grade Panthers. But no, this one turned into a good old-fashioned punch-for-punch shootout. Things stayed tight until late, but the Panthers unleashed a flurry of glorious 2&1 pointers to edge ahead.
A lack of depth for the Figs didn’t help, but word is they’ve sent out the bat-signal for the final week and will return with a proper armoury. Meanwhile, the Panthers are starting to find some end-of-season swagger as they keep their Shamrock Shield dreams flickering.
Players of the week: Bluey Spies (Salty Boxes) & Caitlin Gordon (Mud Slurries)
Well, that’s another week wrapped up. The rain held off, the forfeits rolled in, and BoB avoided a lifetime ban from the canteen.
Join us next week where we cross back to the man who’s been to more games than training sessions.
Until then, keep your teams full, and your esky properly guarded. BoB’s already eyeing it off.
Ill Love yas and leave yas xoxo BoB