Team Sports Glory Team arrived on the field. Ready for GLORY. Ready for Operation: Portagrill Meattubes 2. Propane was fleeting. Some would say absent altogether.

Cup Foods, home of more variety per square foot than nearly any other minneapolis grocer, had a wide range of options available, including Grill in a Bag. Grill in a Big obtained just 20 minutes prior to game on. We got it up & running & meat tubes suffered the mighty heat of ingenuity. The flames of retributive improvisation cooked our foods in a prime fashion. Some chicken sausages were later up to bat at certain key moments.

Los Kickball Fantasticos were ready to play. I mean how were we to have prepared for a team consisting entirely of masked luchadors-cum-kickadors? We clearly had too few masks. Too few capes. Too few sequins.

Umpunteer Kickbots were ready to call foul from fair from Drunken Master Blatant Belligerence.

MVP goes to someone on TSGT who didn’t get out. I’m having troubles remembering who that may have included since Fantasticos owned the arena defensively. LVP goes to Sports Cap’n for failing to detect abnormal Propane levels via ESP, eating sausage while in the line of duty, and sending surges of futility across the field in each of his 0/3 attempts at getting on the base. MMP (most masked players) goes to Los Kickball Fantasticos. 1.2.3 — FANTASTICOS!

Above: Los Kickball Fantasticos Owner/financier, El Jefé Tilapia with head coach Ricardo Montaulban.

he season opener began with an incredible full-team press (literally) at the fantastic folks at Stroker Ace Printing. They managed to turn around the awesomeness of our brownest of the brown Sports Glory shirts in record time, beating their own minimum production calendar & finishing up with the last of the shirts just an hour before the game.

Arriving at Transformer Field #2 at 6pm for Operation: Portagrill MeatTube was a success, with sports team members and fans alike coming from miles around to witness the firey glory of portagrill as it seared & sizzled the mystery out of the meat tubes. 

Thanks in part to Operation: Portagrill MeatTube, Team Sports Glory Team had the intestinal fortitude to harness their combined powers and transform into one massive constructicon-esque multi-robot giant robot of feet robots which ground opposing team Red Rockets into submission. MVP was #12 - Twenty One, with his steel pistoned steam roller Home Run of doom in record time, allowing for perhaps 6 bases to be run had he wanted it. MWTFP was Aptimus Prime for his illusion of two Home Runs which was later determined to be one Home Run and one Out due to Missing of the 2nd Base thanks to the fact that our bases mysteriously transformed from non-regulation tee cones into cheapo non-regulation flexi-bases mid-game. I’ll show YOU feet on base! All your base are belong to suck!