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Everything is old school at the BJO. We are in the suburb of Old Town, and that's more than just a name! The tech is old, the players are old, the jokes are old. Everything's so old and failing that I'm surprised all our games aren't twilight matches!

Out at Renown Park in the country town of Rhilpisa where we play today, it's the same, but more by necessity.  This entire village is an anachronism, left behind by the increasingly centralised population movements leaving the location somewhat of a backwater. The entry fee at the ticket office is just a few Clarkemonies (Sweet's primary currency), we do not accept Meltcoin as we don't use MPOS and Meltcoin is specifically for electronic crypto movements.

There is a force field surrounding the BJO which can be set to permitting entry to only old people, or set to accepting everyone but making anyone who isn't already old, old.

Transistor radios, or as I originally thought they were spelled, wiloses, are permitted for picking up anything said by [USER=64116]3KZ is Football[/USER] . Two way radios are only allowed by the ground maintence staff, and they can only use walkie talkies which were specifically received in the form of a Christmas present when the user was whatever that word is for the opposite of old. Walkie Talkies sighted for the first time by a recipient not in their pyjamas are prohibited.

The Team Sheets are supplied in the form of a paper program consisting of both team lists including two columns for recording their goals and behinds. There is an extra page for club news, and the back page usually has some sponsor space, those sponsors invariably including a local pub and somebody who can mow lawns. Additional space might be available for CWA meetings or the latest Rechabite Lodge news. There is sometimes a list of the league's past premiers and B&F award winners. All programs come with an accidental biro mark on the front cover. No glossy pages are present.

Chudshakes are always priced extremely affordably because the real return for sale is the soul of the purchaser, and sometimes their cadaver because it's usually mostly poison.