Wednesday, June 23, 2010
Conditioning.
I feel I must decline to accept the player of the game award on the grounds that I was so woefully out of shape that I essentially became a spectator as soon as they got by our supercup. I stayed fresh for the cut that yielded the point by abandoning much of my defensive responsibility. I think the award should go to Aaron for the effort required to overcome his fatigue and suppress a verbal expression of the vulgarity that churned within him like a bubbling cauldron of obscenity.
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I am truly flattered, Mr. Land. However: your acrobatic, tumbling, CFL-esque, circus catch for our one and only point most definitely has you deserving of our Captain's accolades.
Funnily enough, I was actually coming here to say:
Fuck that team of toque-wearing, Old Spice-reeking, disc-catching, spare-having, bearded try-hards. Fuck them right in the ear. Sure they were friendly, but who wouldn't be friendly after destroying the competition 13-1. Twice. May they have their ass handed to them routinely in the first div by the Querkizans (or whatever they call themselves).
Note: I am only half-joking. Spirit be damned.
Lovingly,
Aaron
PS: "Discs of Furiouser" - genius.
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