Team Sports Glory Team

TSGT vs. 8-Balls 19-7

Rambled by: sportsCapn in Spring 2006 on June 5, 2006 @ 10:00 pm
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After using Lint Warp to escape the Infinity Ball, the Whats managed to send Team Sports Glory Team into the Hey mothership to stop them, where they managed to defeat the entire Hey race, the Infinity Ball, and the black hole all at once.

Back on Earth, Team Sports Glory Team described the entire adventure to Die Fledermaus and Sewer Urchin who of course don’t believe them; and when asked for proof that they have saved the Universe, Sports Cap’n just says “Well, we’re all still here, aren’t we?”

TSGT vs. Tricky Dicks 23-3

Rambled by: sportsCapn in Spring 2006 on May 17, 2006 @ 9:32 am
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This week, we were more than fired up. We were beyond the melting point of diamonds. Operation Melting Points and Pints was a success, beginning with a 7pm pregame that (deceased garage doors excluded) went off splendidly. From 10″ Polish sausages to Bacon-Cheddarwursts, Team Sports Glory Team was in The House, and then Burned Down the House.

Nixon loves handshakes

We carried our sports mojo forth in a crusade to the field, some of us arriving via golden Audi Chariots, while others came down to the field with jetpacks and helicopters. And who could forget the amazing zipline that El Flaco used to cannonball himself into the chest of their pitcher?

Best of all was the giant inflatable Lagerquist that gave us all rides around the field, towed by pigeons.

Oh, and we won. Somehow we just kept the runs a runnin’! Operation Don’t Listen To Charles was a success, as was Operation Operation.

TSGT vs. Team Roshambo: 11-3

Rambled by: sportsCapn in Spring 2006 on May 3, 2006 @ 9:34 am
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After some glorious umping and other such chaos at 7pm, Team Sports Glory Team trampled the field with their magnificence and pulled out an 11-2 victory in the 2006 season opener. Doc Brown and Xy McYerson were among the many who cleaned the house time and again after we stacked it full of base runners. Xy McYerson with the sports gouge of the game, leaving his DNA and viscous blood juice all over the field after a spectacular slide for special glory.

We’re leading the field in runs! Let’s keep running! They shall not stop the running of our pointy toes.