Ahhhhh field four. We knew we'd be stuck with you eventually but not so early in the season. No bother though, we just continued on like we always do. 15-2. Decent win but I think it was clear to everyone that our pitcher, Big Gunth, didn't really have his heart in it. Which is understandable since it was 15-2. Me being blind in one eye wasn't a hindrance nor was our social chair and our art director being MIA due to some founders cup thing and First Thursday. Highlight was Alyssa, captain that she is, going over to yell at the dudes at the other fields not to touch our balls when we kicked onto their fields. Now for those of you who don't know her, she's a feisty one that's short with a wicked thick New York accent. I don't even think the guy she was yelling at understood her but he looked frightened to his core. Needless to say, he didn't risk touching our balls again. And then after the game, we rocked jello shots with pumped up kicks since we're not douches...just winners.
This week we look to be full strength in a clash against capital team Hangers and Bangers. I'm thinking more good things are headed our way.
Sincerely yours,
awful waffles
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