Thursday Night Lights

Well, folks, the night started with Tim maniacally miming how Screech should intercept Captain’s inevitable spirit player of the game award, and STAB THEIR PLAYERS with the broken bottle, and- *deleted: long rant about frustrations playing WTTWD*

:)

We won. We WON. Fucking HELL that felt good – despite, or maybe BECAUSE OF, all of the petty squabbling and bickering that marred this, and every, game against this particular team (for some reason). And not only did we win, we made it to 15 points (!?!) and forced them to take two timeouts in quick succession. We may be peaking at the right time folks, just ahead of playoffs (which we will totally be participating in) – no shit, our successive cuts and disk movement were *kisses fingers* beee-autiful; our D (as Mike Tyson would say) was impregnable; our ability to respond to our opponents defensive strategy and capitalize (summary – go long, MF) was damn impressive.

D-Land – you would have been so proud.

There will be no Samantha Fox Touch Me Touch Me I Want To Feel Your Body Player of the Game today, because (cop-out) WE WERE ALL PLAYERS OF THE GAME.

Kisses!

-AA

PS: Sorry so short. My typing fingers are too fat, on account of being swollen with pride.

EDIT: For Dan.