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Monday June 15, 2009

As a Capricorn, I like statistics and the first statistic coming out of Sunday’s tournament is that 55.5% of the players engaged in this “concours” didn’t belong to our club.
Is it good? Is it bad? I don’t know, but I feel that more of our members should have entered this contest to defend the colors of our club. But that’s me…
Anyway, thank you Sonoma guys for showing up!

Second statistic: last Sunday, I walked 4296 steps (over 2 miles) during this event. Who ever said that pétanque was strictly for the gerontic set? I know kids in my neighborhood who could not walk 500 yards without calling an ambulance.

But, I am digressing… Let’s go back to the main event. Forty eight (48) people showed up for our steak picnic and thirty-six (36) entered the tournament.
Below are the names of those brave souls.


  Red   Blue   White
1
Dave Riffo
1
Sabine Mattei
1
Elisabeth Forree
2
J-Marc Bohin
2
Christian Philippon
2
Genevieve Etallaz
3
Alain Efron
3
J-Claude Etallaz
3
George Zolinsky
4
J-Christophe Loomis
4
Eva Lofaro
4
Claudie Chourre
5
Ed Porto
5
William Hansen
5
Joan Hansen
6
Frank Pipal
6
Verena Rytter
6
Chuck Barble
7
Jacques Gautier
7
Monique Martin
7
Laura Bohin
8
David Render
8
Christine Cragg
8
Dolly Ebolitto
9
Jean Bartkowiak
9
Jean Etcheverry
9
Danielle Hanssens
10
Jacques Sarafian
10
J-Claude Bunand
10
Catherine Philippon
11
Tino Lofaro
11
Helga Facchini
11
Francois Moser
12
Tom Bricca
12
Andre Sanchou
12
Tamara Efron


Before I tell you what happened, I want to give you the names of our “hero-workers”, the people behind the scene who were up at dawn to set up the barbecue area.

When I arrived to the field Sunday around 9:00 am, I found my first heroes and unsurprisingly to me, they were all women. Verena Rytter, Claudie Chourre´ and Christine Cragg like worker ants were already carrying heavy loads to the barbecue pit. I will have to dig in my coffers to buy chocolate medals for these gallant ladies! Three cheers for you senoritas!

And Saturday, who groomed the field? Ken Lee and Christine. That’s who! And I was also told that Emily Etcheverry (all by herself) put in long hours last week to clean the field. Don’t be shy Emily… Toot your own horn once in a while! Another cheer for Emily!

The barbecuing of the steaks (a manly job, I wonder why…) was performed by Jean-Marc Bohin who was ably assisted by Alain Marchand and David Render. Another lusty cheer for those guys!

Claudie Chourre´ (who cooked the peas), Emily and Tamara dished out peas, cheese and salad with a smile. Merci mesdames!

Who am I forgetting? Nobody I hope, because like Napoleon I like to recognize the braves who did their duty on the battlefield. And like the “little corporal” I want to say: “Soldats, je suis content de vous! »

The tournament proper started after lunch, around 2:00 p.m.
We should have started earlier, but the “bread purveyors” Jean-Claude and Catherine Bunand were late delivering their goods and the French section of the crowd objected eating meat without bread. “It just is not done!” So lunch was postponed until the bread arrived. Boo on Jean-Claude for holding up the parade.

The format of the tournament was “triplettes panaché”. Teams of 3, changing partners each game. We played 4 games and the winners of each game received 2 raffle tickets while the losers got only one.

Everything went smoothly except one last game which seemed to drag forever. There ought to be a “sudden death” clause in pétanque…

After the last game ended, a raffle was held and 12 bottles of wine were awarded to 12 different people (winners and losers alike).

I was pleased to see Louis Toulon and his wife Jan at the court. He has been out of sight for a while, but he is definitely not out of mind. Louis, when are you coming back to the field to show all the punk kids like Sarafian, Bartkowiak and Etcheverry how to play “la vraie pétanque”?

Before I forget, I would like to add, that at the end of the day, many people like Alain Marchand, Jacques Gautier, Jean-Marc Bohin, Ken Lee, François Moser helped to clean up and store the barbecue material. That’s the club spirit. Thank you guys but don’t overdo it because I will run out of medals.

Our next tournament is Sunday, July 19. Hope to see you all there!

Alain Efron

 

 

PS: Additional pictures of this event can be seen by clicking on the "Web Album II" link below

 

Web Album II

Web Album

PS: you can download any of these pictures for your private enjoyment.



Among the most exotic people visiting this website, I noticed individuals from:
                  
 
Montreal
Canada
 
Aix-en Provence
France
 
Damascus
Syrian Arab Republic
 
Ratchaburi
Thailand
 
Mugla
Turkey
 
Moscow
Russian Federation

5/1/2008

Lodz
Poland
5/2/2008
Luzern
Switzerland
5/2/2008
Stoke-on-Kent
United Kingdom
5/3/2008
Ostrava
Czech Republic

 


FANNY (LHOOQ)


 


Le saviez-vous?

Pour les gens un peu "coincés" il faut avant toute chose considerer l'histoire suivante comme une "gauloiserie".

GAULOISERIE n. f. XIX e siècle. Dérivé de gaulois.
Caractère de ce qui est d'une gaieté vive et libre, inspiré par l'esprit gaulois. La gauloiserie d'un propos. Propos, plaisanterie un peu leste, gaillardise (le plus souvent au pluriel).

Baiser Fanny

Ne vous y fiez pas ! Embrasser Fanny ou baiser Fanny n'est pas une récompense (enfin, ça dépend toujours de la Fanny !). Cela veut dire perdre une partie sans avoir marqué un seul point!

Cette tradition serait originaire... de Savoie ! La Fanny originelle aurait été serveuse au café de Grand-Lemps, juste avant la Première Guerre Mondiale. La légende dit que, par gentillesse, elle se laissait embrasser par les clients qui venaient de perdre aux boules sans marquer le moindre petit point. La bise se faisait alors sur la joue.

Jusqu'au jour où, toujours selon la légende, le maire du village perdit à son tour et vint quémander sa " récompense ". Fanny avait-elle un grief contre lui et voulut-elle l'humilier en public? Nul ne le sait. Ce qui est sûr, c'est qu'elle grimpa sur une chaise, releva ses jupes et lui tendit... ses fesses! Le maire ne se démonta pas. Moins d'une seconde plus tard, deux baisers retentissants résonnaient dans le café. C'était le début d'une longue tradition...

 

This tradition supposedly originated in Savoy! The original Fanny was a waitress in the Grand-Lemps café, just before the First World War. The legend says that, out of kindness, she allowed customers who had just lost a game of boules without marking a single point, to kiss her. The peck was then made on the cheek.

Until the day when, according to the legend, the mayor of the village lost and came asking for his "reward". Did Fanny have a grievance against him and did she want to humiliate him publicly? No one knows. What is sure, is that she climbed on a chair, raised her skirt and showed him her backside! The mayor did not lose his cool. Less than one second later, two loud kisses resounded in the café. It was the beginning of a long tradition...

 

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