TSGT vs. Snake Charmers… Final score: Brown to 10

“Show me your Glory”, the sign said. This was some time ago - the LED beacons beamed their way into my retinas and planted the seed of greatness. “Show me your Glory”, Sports Cap’n said, “lest we become embittered old spinsters”. Perhaps that’s not a direct quote, but it held meaning. The seed was growing. 

A quorom arose to the challenge at 6pm. Nothing beat a rock. Literally. Home field advantage for the 4th game running. The seed was growing.

Feet of fury kicked the ballz regardless of its ultimate destination be it fair, foul, fowl, or fingers. They call ‘em Fingers but I never seen ‘em fing. We unlocked serious potential energy in projectile form. Sweet red rubber projectiles. We ran the hell out of the dirt. We survived billowing sandstorms and sporty opponents. We got more positive enjoyment per square inch than the opponent. In a word… Brownness. We dominated the brownness indicators, with our brownness decisively turned up to 11. Belligerence, a theory long lost to the likes of Drunken Master, was back on tap with an incredibly complex flavor and tasty kick. Everyone won the fun.

MVP goes to all players’ hands. Multiple cooperative catches off one to another to prove we put the WE in TEAM. Multiple 1-2 combo punch kicks. LVP goes to all players’ hands. Multiple cooperative dropped balls. Multiple slowy throwy patheticos. Our defense proved to have what our offense did. That is to say, sports glory. MWP (Most Wounded Player) goes to Rhoda Stallion, though an honorary mention goes out to Rabbit Child. Bactine for everyone!