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Post by Crazy Croc on Jun 15, 2021 10:23:28 GMT -5
Day 1 Match 6
David and David vs Mark and Mark
The Brew Crew squad had every reason to be excited. The international space station by accident discovered a portal to another planet situated in the Pisces Universe and Mr Joe Soap of Double T Distributors was ready to go global and expand his games empire. He nominated his son, Soft, to accompany 41 40, yes 41 40! Brew Crewers to go and introduce the game of all games to the Fish People. Or just the Fishes, or whatever. Little was known of this new planet at this stage except that it was inhabited by fishes only. They do apparently have cats who work as servants/slaves but nothing else.
During the final briefing Mr Soap Jr (Soft, or Mr Soft) reminded the Brew Crewers that we are ambassadors for the game and no mention of the 'T' word will be tolerated at all. A ban able offence, immediate offside. A red card. T word? Transportation? Translators? Teleporting? Wait, we can't mention Tiger?
Of course you can mention Tiger, he's a national treasure, just like the NBA and NHL. The 'T' word! You know! As the Brewsters still had this blank look on their faces Soft sighed. I'll spell it out for you Tee-ee-em-pee-oh!
Tee-ee-pee, no tee-ee-em-pee-oh, TEMPO! bogeyman Pete exclaimed, clearly proud of getting it first.
That's it!!! Remove this man's name from the bus pass. We're leaving. To the portal!
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The long journey was made shorter by Mark B composing songs and hosting an impromptu karaoke competition and Mark L telling dirty jokes. David G was explaining to everyone about his idea of making a fish schnitzel while David H said that that nothing beats a simple fish-n-chips dish. All talk about fish being brain food were stopped when we arrived. The next day and we are watching David and David playing Mark and Mark.
flapflap Interesting game, but why 2 Davids and 2 Marks? flapflap the main fish guy asks.
Its like our name - Double T, Soft explained proudly. We plan for the worst and if something goes wrong then we have another for back-up.
flapflap Nothing ever goes wrong here flapflap
Mark and Mark for the Strikers won 2 and 1
Strongbow Strikers in front 6 - 0
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Post by IGolfBad on Jun 15, 2021 11:29:09 GMT -5
Day 1 Match 6David and David vs Mark and MarkThe Brew Crew squad had every reason to be excited. The international space station by accident discovered a portal to another planet situated in the Pisces Universe and Mr Joe Soap of Double T Distributors was ready to go global and expand his games empire. He nominated his son, Soft, to accompany 41 40, yes 41 40! Brew Crewers to go and introduce the game of all games to the Fish People. Or just the Fishes, or whatever. Little was known of this new planet at this stage except that it was inhabited by fishes only. They do apparently have cats who work as servants/slaves but nothing else. During the final briefing Mr Soap Jr (Soft, or Mr Soft) reminded the Brew Crewers that we are ambassadors for the game and no mention of the 'T' word will be tolerated at all. A ban able offence, immediate offside. A red card. T word? Transportation? Translators? Teleporting? Wait, we can't mention Tiger? Of course you can mention Tiger, he's a national treasure, just like the NBA and NHL. The 'T' word! You know! As the Brewsters still had this blank look on their faces Soft sighed. I'll spell it out for you Tee-ee-em-pee-oh! Tee-ee-pee, no tee-ee-em-pee-oh, TEMPO! bogeyman Pete exclaimed, clearly proud of getting it first. That's it!!! Remove this man's name from the bus pass. We're leaving. To the portal! . . . . The long journey was made shorter by Mark B composing songs and hosting an impromptu karaoke competition and Mark L telling dirty jokes. David G was explaining to everyone about his idea of making a fish schnitzel while David H said that that nothing beats a simple fish-n-chips dish. All talk about fish being brain food were stopped when we arrived. The next day and we are watching David and David playing Mark and Mark. flapflap Interesting game, but why 2 Davids and 2 Marks? flapflap the main fish guy asks. Its like our name - Double T, Soft explained proudly. We plan for the worst and if something goes wrong then we have another for back-up. flapflap Nothing ever goes wrong here flapflapMark and Mark for the Strikers won 2 and 1
Strongbow Strikers in front 6 - 0
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Post by SkyBlueBen on Jun 15, 2021 13:20:33 GMT -5
Day 1 Match 6David and David vs Mark and MarkThe Brew Crew squad had every reason to be excited. The international space station by accident discovered a portal to another planet situated in the Pisces Universe and Mr Joe Soap of Double T Distributors was ready to go global and expand his games empire. He nominated his son, Soft, to accompany 41 40, yes 41 40! Brew Crewers to go and introduce the game of all games to the Fish People. Or just the Fishes, or whatever. Little was known of this new planet at this stage except that it was inhabited by fishes only. They do apparently have cats who work as servants/slaves but nothing else. During the final briefing Mr Soap Jr (Soft, or Mr Soft) reminded the Brew Crewers that we are ambassadors for the game and no mention of the 'T' word will be tolerated at all. A ban able offence, immediate offside. A red card. T word? Transportation? Translators? Teleporting? Wait, we can't mention Tiger? Of course you can mention Tiger, he's a national treasure, just like the NBA and NHL. The 'T' word! You know! As the Brewsters still had this blank look on their faces Soft sighed. I'll spell it out for you Tee-ee-em-pee-oh! Tee-ee-pee, no tee-ee-em-pee-oh, TEMPO! bogeyman Pete exclaimed, clearly proud of getting it first. That's it!!! Remove this man's name from the bus pass. We're leaving. To the portal! . . . . The long journey was made shorter by Mark B composing songs and hosting an impromptu karaoke competition and Mark L telling dirty jokes. David G was explaining to everyone about his idea of making a fish schnitzel while David H said that that nothing beats a simple fish-n-chips dish. All talk about fish being brain food were stopped when we arrived. The next day and we are watching David and David playing Mark and Mark. flapflap Interesting game, but why 2 Davids and 2 Marks? flapflap the main fish guy asks. Its like our name - Double T, Soft explained proudly. We plan for the worst and if something goes wrong then we have another for back-up. flapflap Nothing ever goes wrong here flapflapMark and Mark for the Strikers won 2 and 1
Strongbow Strikers in front 6 - 0
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Post by bogeyman on Jun 15, 2021 19:42:35 GMT -5
Great start to the Adelaide? Strikers.  Don't get complacent though lads, those Monarchs will come back strong! Good luck all! |
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Post by IGolfBad on Jun 15, 2021 20:23:48 GMT -5
Day 2 Match 10
Monarchs Ross (The Wizard of Oz) Nixon and Doe (A Deer, a Female Deer) Coba v Strikers One of the Davids (The Bank) Stevenson and Another of the Pauls (The Matchbook) Matchen
Back at the CC at Castle Anthrax, where all the spankings must be had, our intrepid phalanx of golfers, if one can truly consider four to be a phalanx, were already dismayed that Lawrence had stooped to the lowest hanging fruit of jokes (I'm truly sorry, Doe, but it was sitting right there - what was I to do?)
Toppling forth to the first tee, the Men of Magner, Ross and Doe, started off the proceedings on the fairly friendly par 5. Capers were already afoot, literally, and both teams had the same idea of gamesmanship. It seems Paul (The Matchbook) went right to his go-to trick and set up Doe with a quick hot foot, lighting one of his matches and dropping it into Doe's shoe. Doe, ever aware of his surroundings and quick on the uptake, swiped one of Paul's matches and returned the favor. Things quickly deteriorated from there as both participants scrambled for par, while David and Ross engaged in early serious golf, with David's less than surprising opening eagle gave the Monarchs a quick 1 up lead.
Hole 2 saw Ross and Paul getting in on the action. Matching pars by the strengths of either pairing opened the door for one of the secondary clowns to shine. This time, Doe got even by dropping a lit fire cracker into Paul's sagging trousers, causing Paul to badly mis-hit his tee shot, forcing a bogey, to Doe's birdie, leveling the match.
Three little birds on Hole 3 made every little thing be alright, and the match remained square. Bob Marley approved.
Hole 4 was where Doe decided a mass pranking may be the order of business, as in better ball match play, it is not unusual for a team to sacrifice a member for the better of the pairing. The morning of the match, Doe secretly enjoyed a private breakfast of flæskesteg, karbonader, rugbrød, pølser, and topped it all off with a nice serving of rødgrød med fløde, because of course he did. As anyone among us who is familiar with fine Danish cuisine, the results of such a meal is the generation of tremendous amounts of intestinal gas, and this day was no exception. Teeing off first, his belly rumbling like Mt. Vesuvius, Doe took his swing and simultaneously and silently expelled so much gas, that most of the surround bush had withered and died, and all of the airborne creatures of the sky within 100 feet plummeted to the ground, not even knowing what hit them. This left the air on the tee box unable to support life of any kind, and the other three golfers conceded the hole, agreeing to take par to Doe's well earned one stroke birdie. Monarchs 1 up.
Following a meeting of the Geneva Convention between the 4th green and 5th tee, and a visit from the beer girl, at which time Doe rightfully set the group up to a round of Castle of Evergreens' finest brandy as a gesture of apology and goodwill, apologies were begrudgingly accepted, especially by Ross, who struggled to understand why his partner would want to simultaneously blind him and drown him with methane.
This is my subtle way of saying the players all behaved themselves over the next four holes to keep things at 1 up in favor of the Monarchs.
More chicanery as Ross and Doe started playing a little game of "Hey! Look Over There!", which David and Paul had fallen for over and over again, the result of which was Ross and Doe taking advantage of their distracted opposition to gain favorable lies, while giving the boys of blue equally unfavorably lies. In the end, most all of the lies were lies, and very few were truths, which netted Ross and Doe back to back birdies apiece to gain the Monarchs a 3 up advantage after 10.
Three more little birds on Hole 11 made every little thing be alright once more, and once again, Bob Marley approved, Mon.
Ross dipped into his bag of tricks at the start of Hole 13, and palmed a couple of talcum golf balls, taking extra care not to disturb their fragile construct. Four tee shots found the green this time, and things were looking good for the hole to be squared. But Ross wasn't taking chances. He gave Doe a very sneaky little nod, to which Doe started humming the tune to "Do-Re-Mi". Both Paul and David seemed stupefied at this moronic humor, and David lost his cool. "You have got to be kidding me. Name puns? Are you serious?" David, equally flustered, momentarily lost sight of his team's golf balls in the all the kerfuffle, and Ross went to work. He quickly nicked the opposing golf balls and replaced them both with his talcum balls. No one was the wiser, as both Doe and Ross made their somewhat lengthy birdie putts, but when David and Paul went to finish what amounted to tap in birds for them, their balls exploded on contact with the putter head. Puzzled, David asked "What happens now?" Ever the sportsman, Ross declared that while they would each be assessed a stroke, they could both re-hit from the last spot. Not having any reasonable argument, Paul and Dave completed their pars, while Ross and Doe shared a knowing grin, and a 4 up lead with 6 to play.
Not wanting to completely tip their hand just yet, the Men of Red played it close to the vest, allowing the 13th and 14th holes to be played even, while the Men of Blue remained to oblivious to the scam that had befallen them.
It was on the 15th tee that the air suddenly cleared for David. "Hey... I'm a top player in the Brew Crew! How am I down 4 holes with 5 to play? Paul isn't that bad - he's not even the worst Paul in the league! That's..." He was quickly interrupted by an abrupt cough and a firm shaking of the head from his partner. Paul leaned over to the now blushing David and whispered, "careful, partner... he reads these things, and we swore we wouldn’t talk about him behind his back. Hold your tongue." David agreed and returned his focus to the crime at hand. "You guys have been cheating!" Doe was not impressed. "Now, now... those are serious charges, good sir. Can you prove it?"
David could not. There was nothing more to for the Strikers except win the last 5 holes and take the match.
Friends, what happened next defies description, as David Stevenson single handedly won Hole 15 with the lone bird. Doe was so rattled by the display of golf prowess, that he struggled to a double dip, allowing the Blue Boys to climb back to within 3 holes with 4 to play. The air was electric with anticipation, and the Monarchs could feel the victory slipping from their grasp. The comeback of the year was officially underway.
Until Hole 16, which yielded 3 birdies, and just like that, it was over.
Word of the crime quickly reached the southeastern seaboard of the States, and as congratulations were being offered to the victors, a golf cart replete with a flashing red light and high pitched siren sped to the 16th green, sporting a logo for the Miami, Florida Crime Scene Investigation unit. Out popped a smartly dressed man of fair complexion, and fire orange hair, a pair of dark sunglasses dangling loosely in his hand. "Gentlemen, I'm Horatio Caine with the Miami CSI division, and I understand there have been some misdoings here. What exactly happened?" After an hour had passed, and stories had been privately shared to avoid unnecessary collusion, Horatio studied his notes, and cleared his throat. "Fellas... it's quite clear what happened. It appears that..."
"... someone robbed The Bank."
Cue The Who's "Won't Get Fooled Again"
Monarchs win 3 & 2
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Post by SkyBlueBen on Jun 16, 2021 1:03:59 GMT -5
Great start to the Adelaide? Strikers. Don't get complacent though lads, those Monarchs will come back strong! Good luck all! Closest I could find, no idea who the hell they are! |
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Post by bogeyman on Jun 16, 2021 1:26:56 GMT -5
Great start to the Adelaide? Strikers. Don't get complacent though lads, those Monarchs will come back strong! Good luck all! Closest I could find, no idea who the hell they are! Here ya go Ben The Adelaide Strikers are an Australian professional Twenty20 franchise cricket team based in Adelaide, South Australia that compete in the Big Bash League. Their home ground is the Adelaide Oval, and they play in a cornflower blue uniform. Their coach is Jason Gillespie ex Aussie Test Team fast bowler. Our local team in the BBL is called the Perth Scorchers. Look forward to the BBL every summer - cracking competition - all televised. |
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Post by SkyBlueBen on Jun 16, 2021 1:47:55 GMT -5
Day 2, Match 8
Another early finisher from Day 2 features Mr Fixtures Leon Loftyando The Hoosier Jeff hoosierhoops24 for the Monarchs against new boy CF CGib2 paired with old hand Loco Ken jg24kl for the Strikers. Strikers were always in control of this one from the very start, took a lead then ground out the back to take the match on the 15th when CF drained his par putt to secure victory. Strongbow Strikers win 4 & 3LATEST: Monarchs 1 Strikers 7
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Post by SkyBlueBen on Jun 16, 2021 2:05:51 GMT -5
Day 2, Match 2Another result in from Day 2 while we wait for the Day 1 stragglers. The dream XB pairing of ABBA's Ronny r0nrun and everyone's favourite grumpy Geordie Les lessangster for the Monarchs were pitted against the Strikers own pin up boys Mike Call me Bond, James Bond katana22 and The Doctor. Who? Mark B mbuenger that's who! Pretty cagey affair throughout with the Monarchs holding a slender lead of one after the 14th. Then the Strikers boys slipped into turbo mode taking three of the last 4 holes to complete the win. Strongbow Strikers win 2 Up
LATEST: Monarchs 1 Strikers 8
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Post by SkyBlueBen on Jun 16, 2021 2:26:20 GMT -5
The 3rd Cyder Cup - Latest from Castle Pines
The Strikers have gone out strongly. Has Captain Art Art Vandelay pulled a selection masterstroke over his rival Ashton Ashton Fox ? Have the Monarchs got a sting in their tail? Will some players ever leave the clubhouse bar?  Stay tuned as more of the Day's 1 and 2 matches complete and also look forward to the release of the Day 3 singles match up's. Onward!! 
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Post by volinvietnam on Jun 16, 2021 3:25:47 GMT -5
Day 1 Match 8
Marc Van Nickerk & Paul Bradford vs. Pat O'Dell & Paul Matchen
At the start of the front nine, both teams refused to give an inch, fighting and clawing their way through the first two holes, resulting in no ground gained for each team.
The next three holes, however, started to spin a tale that we have seen so much in this cup. Strongbow strikers winning the next 2 out of 3 holes to pull 1 up.
After having the 6th, both the Monarchs strike back on the 7th and 8th now themselves leading by 1. The strikers answer on the following hole, but they are just a pebble in the way of Monarchs increasing their lead.
Monarchs go on a tear, and claim the next 5 out of 6 holes, with the strikers only able to halve the 12th.
This leads to an early victory as the Monarchs get a much needed win. 5&3
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Post by coggin66 on Jun 16, 2021 4:20:28 GMT -5
Come on Strikers! Really only posting so this thread is easier to find!
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Post by SkyBlueBen on Jun 16, 2021 4:23:11 GMT -5
Come on Strikers! Really only posting so this thread is easier to find! I tried to get it pinned but no joy.  |
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Post by coggin66 on Jun 16, 2021 4:31:11 GMT -5
Day 2 Match 10
Monarchs Ross (The Wizard of Oz) Nixon and Doe (A Deer, a Female Deer) Coba v Strikers One of the Davids (The Bank) Stevenson and Another of the Pauls (The Matchbook) Matchen
Back at the CC at Castle Anthrax, where all the spankings must be had, our intrepid phalanx of golfers, if one can truly consider four to be a phalanx, were already dismayed that Lawrence had stooped to the lowest hanging fruit of jokes (I'm truly sorry, Doe, but it was sitting right there - what was I to do?)
Toppling forth to the first tee, the Men of Magner, Ross and Doe, started off the proceedings on the fairly friendly par 5. Capers were already afoot, literally, and both teams had the same idea of gamesmanship. It seems Paul (The Matchbook) went right to his go-to trick and set up Doe with a quick hot foot, lighting one of his matches and dropping it into Doe's shoe. Doe, ever aware of his surroundings and quick on the uptake, swiped one of Paul's matches and returned the favor. Things quickly deteriorated from there as both participants scrambled for par, while David and Ross engaged in early serious golf, with David's less than surprising opening eagle gave the Monarchs a quick 1 up lead.
Hole 2 saw Ross and Paul getting in on the action. Matching pars by the strengths of either pairing opened the door for one of the secondary clowns to shine. This time, Doe got even by dropping a lit fire cracker into Paul's sagging trousers, causing Paul to badly mis-hit his tee shot, forcing a bogey, to Doe's birdie, leveling the match.
Three little birds on Hole 3 made every little thing be alright, and the match remained square. Bob Marley approved.
Hole 4 was where Doe decided a mass pranking may be the order of business, as in better ball match play, it is not unusual for a team to sacrifice a member for the better of the pairing. The morning of the match, Doe secretly enjoyed a private breakfast of flæskesteg, karbonader, rugbrød, pølser, and topped it all off with a nice serving of rødgrød med fløde, because of course he did. As anyone among us who is familiar with fine Danish cuisine, the results of such a meal is the generation of tremendous amounts of intestinal gas, and this day was no exception. Teeing off first, his belly rumbling like Mt. Vesuvius, Doe took his swing and simultaneously and silently expelled so much gas, that most of the surround bush had withered and died, and all of the airborne creatures of the sky within 100 feet plummeted to the ground, not even knowing what hit them. This left the air on the tee box unable to support life of any kind, and the other three golfers conceded the hole, agreeing to take par to Doe's well earned one stroke birdie. Monarchs 1 up.
Following a meeting of the Geneva Convention between the 4th green and 5th tee, and a visit from the beer girl, at which time Doe rightfully set the group up to a round of Castle of Evergreens' finest brandy as a gesture of apology and goodwill, apologies were begrudgingly accepted, especially by Ross, who struggled to understand why his partner would want to simultaneously blind him and drown him with methane.
This is my subtle way of saying the players all behaved themselves over the next four holes to keep things at 1 up in favor of the Monarchs.
More chicanery as Ross and Doe started playing a little game of "Hey! Look Over There!", which David and Paul had fallen for over and over again, the result of which was Ross and Doe taking advantage of their distracted opposition to gain favorable lies, while giving the boys of blue equally unfavorably lies. In the end, most all of the lies were lies, and very few were truths, which netted Ross and Doe back to back birdies apiece to gain the Monarchs a 3 up advantage after 10.
Three more little birds on Hole 11 made every little thing be alright once more, and once again, Bob Marley approved, Mon.
Ross dipped into his bag of tricks at the start of Hole 13, and palmed a couple of talcum golf balls, taking extra care not to disturb their fragile construct. Four tee shots found the green this time, and things were looking good for the hole to be squared. But Ross wasn't taking chances. He gave Doe a very sneaky little nod, to which Doe started humming the tune to "Do-Re-Mi". Both Paul and David seemed stupefied at this moronic humor, and David lost his cool. "You have got to be kidding me. Name puns? Are you serious?" David, equally flustered, momentarily lost sight of his team's golf balls in the all the kerfuffle, and Ross went to work. He quickly nicked the opposing golf balls and replaced them both with his talcum balls. No one was the wiser, as both Doe and Ross made their somewhat lengthy birdie putts, but when David and Paul went to finish what amounted to tap in birds for them, their balls exploded on contact with the putter head. Puzzled, David asked "What happens now?" Ever the sportsman, Ross declared that while they would each be assessed a stroke, they could both re-hit from the last spot. Not having any reasonable argument, Paul and Dave completed their pars, while Ross and Doe shared a knowing grin, and a 4 up lead with 6 to play.
Not wanting to completely tip their hand just yet, the Men of Red played it close to the vest, allowing the 13th and 14th holes to be played even, while the Men of Blue remained to oblivious to the scam that had befallen them.
It was on the 15th tee that the air suddenly cleared for David. "Hey... I'm a top player in the Brew Crew! How am I down 4 holes with 5 to play? Paul isn't that bad - he's not even the worst Paul in the league! That's..." He was quickly interrupted by an abrupt cough and a firm shaking of the head from his partner. Paul leaned over to the now blushing David and whispered, "careful, partner... he reads these things, and we swore we wouldn’t talk about him behind his back. Hold your tongue." David agreed and returned his focus to the crime at hand. "You guys have been cheating!" Doe was not impressed. "Now, now... those are serious charges, good sir. Can you prove it?"
David could not. There was nothing more to for the Strikers except win the last 5 holes and take the match.
Friends, what happened next defies description, as David Stevenson single handedly won Hole 15 with the lone bird. Doe was so rattled by the display of golf prowess, that he struggled to a double dip, allowing the Blue Boys to climb back to within 3 holes with 4 to play. The air was electric with anticipation, and the Monarchs could feel the victory slipping from their grasp. The comeback of the year was officially underway.
Until Hole 16, which yielded 3 birdies, and just like that, it was over.
Word of the crime quickly reached the southeastern seaboard of the States, and as congratulations were being offered to the victors, a golf cart replete with a flashing red light and high pitched siren sped to the 16th green, sporting a logo for the Miami, Florida Crime Scene Investigation unit. Out popped a smartly dressed man of fair complexion, and fire orange hair, a pair of dark sunglasses dangling loosely in his hand. "Gentlemen, I'm Horatio Caine with the Miami CSI division, and I understand there have been some misdoings here. What exactly happened?" After an hour had passed, and stories had been privately shared to avoid unnecessary collusion, Horatio studied his notes, and cleared his throat. "Fellas... it's quite clear what happened. It appears that..."
"... The Bank was robbed."
Cue The Who's "Won't Get Fooled Again"
Monarchs win 3 & 2
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Post by SkyBlueBen on Jun 16, 2021 5:18:02 GMT -5
The 3rd Cyder Cup - Day 3 SinglesThe match up's for the Day 3 Singles have been released. Magners Monarchs vs Strongbow Strikers
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Stay tuned as more of the Day's 1 and 2 matches complete and also look forward to the release of the Day 3 singles match up's. Onward!!
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