PurpleSaurus Jason

A few individuals pointed out that I “forgot” to include our charger Jason Casey in our roster when introducing everyone last week, but these allegations are perfectly false. The truth of the matter is, the majesty that is Jason Casey cannot be contained in a single line and a clever nickname, NAY! This man deserves his own GMOT entry.

Jason was a chance addition to our team last season, as another kickball rep mentioned that he was looking for a “fun” team in the South league, and was a “pretty solid” player. I added him to (then Get Drunk, Kick Away, now PurpleSaurus Rex)’s roster without ever meeting the guy, and was prepared to convert another one of Cameron’s cheeseball friends to to the true ways of kickball. It only took one week to realize that he was probably the best player on our roster, move him to charger, and have him anchor the kicking order every week. But Jason’s qualities don’t stop with his kickball prowess, oh no. More than that, he is an Adonis among men. Jason is a quiet and a very calm person. His interests include philosophy, learning about new technology, and personal organizing. His hair is so thick and flowy when he lets it grow long that his female friends call him by his alter ego-- Chadwick Pennington III (aka The Chad, who is scheduled to make a reappearance within the next few months). Other than kickball, which he has been playing regularly for four years, he also plays roller hockey as a defenseman.His favorite foods include spaghetti, Korean bulgogi, and ice cream. He enjoys watching movies and taking long walks along the beach. He has a poorly-behaved cat named Boo who he frequently picks up an uses as a Laser Cat.

Now I hate to come in with the bad news after I’ve worked the ladies in the league into a collective froth but Jason joined our team shortly after marrying his lovely wife Kristie, so try and keep it in your pants when you see those romance-novel-cover locks and steely good looks on the fields. In conclusion: I’d like to introduce Jason “MVP” Casey:

The Tyrannical Dunderbaggers

Last week was the first game of our season. We played Rekickulous, our favorite non-Dunder team. We went in expecting a close game and that it would be our game to lose. We were kind of right.

Every other game or so we have what we've grown to call the "Dunder Inning". It's the one inning in a close game where the wheels come off. No matter what we do, we just can't seem to get it right. It's the inning where the ball is slightly misplayed and dropped on an otherwise typical catch. It's the inning where normally easy throws are just slightly missed. It's the inning where the ball gets held a little too long and the runner that should have been gunned down scores easily. It's the inning where someone decides they can throw and get the runner that is being lazy getting back to base out and instead throws it into the outfield. It's the inning that all of the booze we've been drinking hits us all at once. Basically, it's the inning where Matt's hair turns grey.

We had a hell of a Dunder Inning last game. Our new players all were kicking major ass. Our veterans were playing well and having some fun. Our O was getting the job done and turning heads. Our D was doing well and getting out of jams. Rekickulous was playing exactly how we anticipated they would. We seemed to be easing into a small margin victory and then it happened. The ghosts of Dunder past showed up and we suddenly couldn't get anything right. We turned a small lead into a 7 to 2 deficit. The Dunder Inning had reared it's ugly head. We got a couple more runs on the board after, but the first Dunder Inning of the year shat all over our hopes and we lost 7 - 4.

This week we play the Wolverines. They're a group of Michigan alums. A lot of Dunder are from the Ohio State. We're coming off a tough loss. A lot of Dunder can't wait to yet again prove Ohio dominant over Michigan. There will be no Dunder Inning this week.

How to Write a GMOT Entry

Look: I'm not trying to act like I'm a GMOT deity here, just your loving Czar who wants nothing but the best for the GMOT. You certainly don't have to follow this advice, but I wanted to provide it for anyone that wants it. I'm a professional writer in my real life, so you can sort of trust me.

1. Pick a subject or theme. Game recap? Sure. Creative trash talk? More, please. Ridiculous photoshopping? F* yeah. You can write about anything you want! You can find a lot of ideas from browsing the older entries, too. Imitation is the most sincere form of flattery, right?
2. WRITE IT. Just write and write to your heart's content. If you get stuck, come back to it later. Don't be stressed out about your content; people aren't really judging you that much.
3. PROOFREAD and revise. Every once in awhile I write solid gold on my first take. The other 99% of the time I've gone through a few iterations. Know this: the GMOT Czar gets a lady boner whenever she reads a typo-free submission.
4. Add a visual. Want to really hit it out the park? ADD A PIC! Whether it's a photo of Drebraham Lincoln or your team logo, there's always a place for your beautiful art in the GMOT!
5. SUBMIT IT! When you're ready to submit, copy the text to an email and send it to waka.gmot@gmail.com. If you're including visuals, simply add a note (ex. [insert image 1 here]) where you want the image and then attach that image to the email. Easy, right? Make sure you have your entries complete by 10 A.M. on Wednesday to make the week's entry!

Now, I know this can't be easy for any of you GMOT virgins, but we wanted to do what we could to help ease your nerves. We here at the GMOT were lucky enough to document the experiences of a real-life first time GMOT author in the critically-acclaimed documentary WRITING A MIRACLE: The WAKA Austin GMOT Story. You'll laugh, you'll cry, but most importantly, you'll feel better that you're not alone in your fears.

LOVE,
THE GMOT CZAR

PurpleSaurus Rex

The Rex has returned, and as the apex predator in this timid, trembling league of prey animals, we extend the warmest greetings our powerful, knife-lined, slavering jaws can offer. Rikickulous apparently didn't get the memo that we are not to be trifled with and beat us 4-3 in 6 innings, but we are unfazed. Like seriously unfazed. This is what happens when you beat our team:

It doesn't even register. The Purple Punch is making it return, and keep this on the DL but I'm keeping the ABV low for the first few weeks to lull everyone into a false sense of security before bringing it back to death levels around mid season and restoring it's full panty-dropping potential.

Next up? Pitches be Trippin. I've already challenged Adam to leg wrestling in lieu of RPS to decide home field, and since he's already accepted I'll share this image of my last victim:

Prepare yourself! I actually think we might lose this game by 30, but I fully believe we'll be sharing punch and funsies with these folks pre-game, during-game, post-game, in the alley by G&S, my place for a night cap maybe? Damn those would be good looking babies.

I feel like the Purps need an intro, being that its a pretty new lineup, so lets take a look at the roster!

Stephen "Look How High I Kicked It" Moursund - Captain, 1B, Awesome
Andrew "Sorry for Partying" Cox - P
Kristen "Sex Kitten" De Yoe - 2B
Ashley "Is It OK if I Bring My Dog?" McKemie - OF
Kelsey "Foxy Coxie" Hill - OF
Erica "I'm Gonna Ride Your Boyfriend" Diaz - 2B
Kim "Buns Out, Wiener" Vozar - SS
Colin "Hasn't Showed Up Yet" Heneghan - OF
Rob "Tiny" Jaskula - 3B
Kristie "Sometimes Bunts" Kelly - SS
Megan "Probably Won't Ever Actually Play" Lundquist - 2B
Sterling "I Stayed Up Until 3 Watching the Australian Open Last Night" Shrader
"Johnny Mitro" Mitrowski - C
Falesha "Feesh Balls" Thrash - 2B
Alex "I Have to Raid at 7:30" Mitrowski - OF
Alex "I Got It!!! ... Shit!" Morris - OF
Amy "Brunhilda" Brunner - 2B
Eric "Forced Entry" Ormsby - OF
Clayton "I'm Too Nice to be Made Fun Of" Porter - OF
Hayley "Rub it Out" Fojtik - OF

So it turns out there are a ton of people on the team this season, awesome! Look for the ORIGINAL dino-themed team in purple tonight, we'll be hanging out in the back of the park all night and then taking care of business at the bar until late.

Love,
Stephen and PurpleSaurus Rex

Balls Against Humanity

The cat below sums up how we feel about week one. Sometimes you just
get the shaft, and shafted we were. A narrow loss (3-2) vs “Kickin’ It Easy”
was about turn into a serious beating until our game was cut short due to
pesky things like field lights and the slooooooow Capital game prior to
ours. Anyway, like Lance Armstrong, we’ll be drowning our sorrows in
booze this week. But we’ll get over it and take our frustrations out on
Menace 2 Sobriety in week two.

Love, BAH!

Better Red than Blue Balls

After a couple season hiatus, including a season where we were merged
with another team, Better Red than Blue Balls is back for another
go-around – this season featuring plenty of new and unproven talent.

Last week we played the Wolverines, a brand-new Capital team that is
apparently only composed of Michigan alumni. Fortunately for us, they
have continued a long-standing Michigan tradition: losing.

We kept it close for a bit before busting the game open with a
seven-run third inning. Never ones to make it easy on ourselves, the
Wolverines clawed back and had us against the ropes with the bases
loaded in the top of the fifth, but we were able to close out after
only sacrificing one run. Definitely an exciting end, with the good
guys coming out on top (much like in the South Carolina bowl game).

For a team not necessarily known for their offensive prowess, it
was nice to be able to get 8 runs on the board. If we can continue
that success and tweak some of our defensive schemes, we might end up
being a team that surprises people this season.

This week we play the team formerly known as Slampieces, Smokeshows
and Bros, who should serve as a good test in evaluating where we stand
in the league: a close game should prove that we are headed in the
right direction.

The Tyrannical Teabaggers

We could've written about a lot of things this week....how we played such a shitty game last week....the new faces on our team....but instead we will write about identity theft.  This is a serious issue.  It's not like identity theft is a joke or anything.  They even made a movie about it.

We, The Tyrannical Teabaggers, have become the latest victim of identity theft.  A team in Live took the name The Tyrannical Dunderbaggers this season, which is a clear case of copyright infringement.  The Teabaggers have been around since 2009 and we have built up a solid brand name for ourselves.  Our brand recognition is on par with McDonald's and Apple, so for it to be sullied by another team is just not acceptable.  Why would they steal something so near and dear to us?  Is it a sign of respect?  Do they want to be the AAA team to our major league team?  Is is the first salvo of a war?  We assume it is the latter, and should the scheduling gods allow it, we look forward to destroying our new found enemies on some future Thursday night in what can only be called......The Tyrannical Bag-off!

Until then we look forward to getting back to our winning ways this week against Stride of Pride.

One Kick Wonders

We came. We saw. We squeaked by with a one-run, comeback victory over some good friends of ours... Balls Against Humanity. BAH has had the return of some wily veterans & some promising new blood. Look out for these guys this season.

Cody gets the accidental play of the night for scoring a homer when he was obviously only trying hump the ground. We had great first outings from the new kids on our team. After a shaky start, we managed to get it together and turn it around just enough to win. We'll be looking for a better start out of the gate this week against Snappin' da Base. Here comes the fun!

Peace, Love & Balls,
One Kick Wonders

Relax and Let It Happen

Relax has a bye this week, but that’s no reason to waste a GMOT writing opportunity. This week we’d like to propose something to the League. If we’re being honest, this is really for the ladies, but guys, if you want to and think you’ve got what it takes, I say go for it.

We’re not here to ask anything of you, we just want to take the time to make sure something is very clear. We’ve got a textbook stud walking the proverbial halls of this league, and we’re not sure he’s getting the glory and attention he deserves. After nearly a year of unemployment and buying his late night Domino’s with Daddy’s credit card, this man tricked one of our nation’s finest non-profit organizations into giving him a job. He boasts an impressive 5’5” frame, filled out with a cuddly 50/50 split between attempts at working out and evidence of that nightly pizza delivery.

Ladies (and maybe, just maybe the right flavor of gentlemen), this man is Andrew Tanker, colloquially known as “Tanker”. I’d like to be able to tell you what team Tanker is on, but in the past year alone it has become a bit complicated. Tanker used to play with a Texas Capital gem “Walk of Shame”. He then jumped at the chance to improve his resume after receiving a pity invite from Austin’s true pride “Relax and Let it Happen”. I guess he got tired of feeling like the kid brother to star pitchers Andre “Chocolate Heat” Rodgers and Jay “White Stallion” Russell, so he gathered enough of Austin’s homeless to start his very own team “Strides of Pride”.  Call it wishy-washy, call it traitorous, call it social climbing… call it whatever you may. Bottom line is, Tanker is the league bicycle.

This brings us to our final point – Andrew Tanker is a man among boys, a God among men – and he just may be Austin’s most desired and available bachelor. If this total package (and average-sized package) sounds good to you, graze his hip at the Lounge. Approach him on the field. A lady who talks shit is guaranteed to get his little buddy to stand at attention. Do whatever you need to do, but do it with confidence ladies. If there’s one thing I can assure you it’s this – he will not say no. So this week’s GMOT is not meant to inspire our team, it’s meant to inspire all of you. Put that hair up in your cutest pony and secure your role as the Tanker h/u of the week. Go get him ladies; we’re already proud of you.

Tight and Bright

Texas Live, we’ve got an incredible opportunity on our hands, and its name is Tight and Bright. For me personally, TnB is a new and exciting frontier. I imagine the anticipation I feel is comparable to what Tanker felt during his first male on male experimentation. I’m stimulated, I’m nervous, I’m a little bit scared even… but I’m confident that it’s going to be an incredible experience that I’m not going to regret.

At this point, the few things I know about this team, I like. For example, I had to sacrifice an entire week of 3PM Whole Foods Cookie Bar money to pay for “uniform enhancements/flair”. Like. The team boasts an international roster. Like. There’s a girl whose last name is basically Veggie Burger. Like. What was left of this week’s budget went to the alcohol for the season (see below). Like.

Am I approaching the gates of Heaven? The only thing that I’ve seen so far that hasn’t been dead on is that we are predicted to lose this week. Lose? I mean, seriously, lose? Stephen, might I remind you that TnB were league champions last season? Might I remind you that they’ve obtained some quality recruits? Might I remind you that your first week’s picks absolutely sucked? Do what you need to do, but DON’T expect to have success with misguided selections like this.

Here’s to kicking this league’s ass both in kickball, and in awesomeness. Peace and love, Tight and Bright.

Hannah Montana

Hannah Montana returns to Live kickball for their triumphant return to the minor leagues!

Why?

Couldn't hang in Cap?

Perhaps.

Wanted to beat up on some "easier" teams?

Perhaps.

The reality? We are no longer the dirty sex tape we used to be.  This season alone we lost 9 regulars on the Hannah Montana squad.  With that many new people filling it, it was time to put away the production cameras, and shoot down and dirty, Amateur style.

So while we are thrilled to join the teams in Live, you may need to take it easy on the newbs! With only 2 people left form the original Hannah Montana team, it is hard to tell if we will ever return to our former selves, but for now- who cares! We are going to enjoy the trip and hopefully have a few too many drinks along the way!!!

We will be re-instating our long tradition of "Pre-game Drinking Race" for Home Field advantage.  If you wanna have a boat race with 3 vs. 3, we are in! If you wanna have a shotgun race with 10 vs. 10, we are in!

We missed you Live...

Love,

Hannah Montana

CANDY VAN

I don't normally dwell on the previous week's game for my weekly entry, BUT I GOT SOMETHIN' TO SAY.

LAST WEEK v. Stride of Pride
I'll give you this, Stride of Pride: you tried your darndest. You gave about as much effort as Tanker does failing to get laid. The only problem is that the actual outcome was the kickball-equivalent of Tanker receiving a sad OTPBJ in a dark alley from a snaggle-toothed prostitute. (We know those weren't tears of joy, Tanker.) But keep your head up, Stride of Pride: you're sure to hit a home run sometime. (Tanker, you might be stuck on first, buddy.)

And Tanker, this is what I meant when I told you that you're the new Dre:

The same weird girl who brought you the Dre of Shame trading card series is proud to announce this exciting new spin on shame: The Shame Tank! Collect 'em all!

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THIS WEEK v. Awful Waffles
I really can't talk trash to the Waffles. I mean, why would I? I'm a former Waffle myself, and once a Teenage Mutant Ninja Waffle, always a TMNW, right? Now, I know you don't want to play us (we ain't mad at ya for that), but we have a promise for you: we won't be gentle.

It's nothing personal, Waffles, but when a certain WAKA Regional Manager, who shall remain nameless (RHYMES WITH FUNDY), sends us an email demanding that we, CANDY VAN, purveyors of all things WEIRD and FUN, be fun for this game.... well, ya know, we don't take that lightly.

So Waffles, we'd like you to meet this week's new and improved Candy Van: CV TEAM 6.

OUR CREED:

In times of war and uncertainty there is a special breed of kickball team ready to answer TX Capital's call.

A common team with uncommon desires forged by adversity, they stand alongside Austin's finest kickballers to serve their league, the American people, and protect their Way of Life.

We are that team!

Our loyalty to Kickball and Team is beyond reproach. We humbly serve as Enablers to our fellow Kickballers, always ready to drink for those who are unable to drink for themselves. We voluntarily accept the inherent hazards of our state of inebriation, placing the welfare and security of others before our own.

We will NEVER Quit!

We persevere and thrive on adversity. TX Capital expects us to be physically harder and mentally stronger than our enemies.

We are NEVER out of the fight!

We demand discipline. We expect innovation. The lives of our Teammates and the success of our mission depend on each one of us, our technical skill, tactical proficiency, and attention to dougie-ing.

We will NOT fail!

 So Awful Waffles, it's simple: don't dress like terrorists if you want to live.

LOVE,

Candy Van

Stride of Pride

Here's a quick recap of Stride of Pride's first glorious game:

We started by explaining the rules to half the team. The bases are run in a counter clockwise direction. The ball has to bounce twice. Etc.

Even the newbies figured out that Val sucks and made fun of her for 48 of the 50 minutes of the game.
We scored a run. It was almost two, but we feel we got robbed by the tyrannical ref, Cameron Jr. (<--- that's you, Jay).

Kate, Zach, Trevor, Leann, Jordan and Eddie played admirably.

But old-timer Mizzy R. stole the show with some amazing catches.

Fireball wuz had.

Still nobody likes playing against Candy Van cause when they're up 10-0 they're still in crush mode.

And this week we have Carrie G. to help continue our dominant reign atop the league.

Does that cover everything? I think so. We'll just continue to walk home carrying our head's up high at 7 a.m. wearing what we wore last night (all leaving from Kate's house) until we see you again.

P.S. Suck it, Teabaggers.

The Tyrannical Dunderbaggers

The Tyrannical Dunderbaggers had a bi-week.

Some of us came out and watched the Rikickulous / PurpleSaurus Rex game. A couple of us ref'ed the game. It's not like we were pulling for anyone, but would like to mention that 5 of their players have played multiple seasons on Dunder in WAKA or ASSC, have played tournaments with Dunderers, or played in the first generation of Thorzday Ballers with a couple of us. It would be pretty fair to say their our favorite non-Dunder team.

These guys are going be good once they get used to WAKA rules. However, since the Rex refuses to bunt, our game against them tonight will feature their first game with WAKA-style bunting, we're still not sure they're going to adjust well out of the gate. They've got a beast of a catcher and a damn good charger, but we're not sure they know what they're in for. We've seen the strong majority of the team and
know what they're capable of. We know who to play in and who to play out for. We know who to avoid kicking towards.

Now, Rikickulous can say the same for most of Dunder as well, but we've got a few new players they've never seen. We've already got the basics down. We've already made all of the adjustments long ago. As long as Dunder manages to knock some rust off early, gel with the new Dunderites and we avoid our every-other-game standard Dunder-inning it's our game to lose.

The Big Leballskis

The Big Leballski's started the year off with a bang!  Even before the eventual 6-1 victory got underway the Interim Captain of the LeBALLski's celebrated the first Rock, Paper, Scissor victory. Thinking it was over; he pumped his first only to be shut down by the Ref when being told it was a best 2 out of 3 game.  The captain for The Bruce is Loose disposed of our captain in the next two R,P,S rounds and took home field advantage.

It was the last loss The Big LeBALLski's would be handed by The Bruce is Loose (side note: inexplicably known as Creme de Caca for this game only). 
The victory was in doubt in the first 3 innings as a series of Fair/Foul rulings went against The Big L's.  Fittingly for our team's namesake, it was an "On The Line" fair call that caused the most consternation.  Our team froze when a ball was called on the line (not knowing that it also meant the ball was fair) and let a run score in the process. We were able to keep our cool, be Dude-like, and were not defeated by the Walter Sobchack-esk "Over the line" call. After the tense inning we were able to discuss the fact that this was not Nam and there are rules...  we are still just learning them, however.

Over the last 2 innings we did not dabble in pacifism and scored 5 unanswered runs to take home the first victory of the year.  We had a great time and really enjoyed our first outing as a team.
Special thanks to the ref for putting up with us and for The Bruce is Loose/Creme de Caca for performing the "infinite loop" congratulatory good game hand slaps, as we hope to make that a tradition.

About half the team was able to make it to the bar for a celebratory White Russian. When our team is at full strength next week we hope to have more than just a few.  Until next week....
 

Raging Dinos

Get your popcorn ready. Tonight is the battle royale. Grunska vs. Grunksa: Who ate my mother F-ing sandwich?

Let’s review their stats: Geoff scares small children.

Christopher loves kids.

Geoff = Boring

Christopher = total bad ass

Geoff = Still boring

Christopher = Victorious

There’s really no contest. It’s time for Dino Domination!!! RagING!!! BAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHNTHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Welcome to the GMOT!

Listen up kids: it's business time. If this is your first time perusing this mighty beast we call the Ghost Man on Third (GMOT for short), WELCOME! This is a player-contributed blog meant to serve as an outlet for anything you want in regard to kickball, your team, your costumes, or any general awesomeness you feel like sharing. To make sure our fun is good and clean(ish), we have some guidelines:

• No hate speech. This means attacking someone on the basis of their gender, ethnicity, religion, sexual orientation, or anything else along those lines.
• No nudity. People usually read this blog on Thursday while they're killing time at work wishing they were playing kickball instead. Keep it SFW!
• No excessively harsh language/cursing. It's ok to drop a bomb here and there, we're all adults, but that also means we don't just call each other names.

Now, why (aside from being awesome/entertaining) would you ever want to contribute to such an amazingly fun blog? MOTHA F'N PERKS!

• Every team that submits 8 or more GMOTs will receive tickets for a round of shots at the End of Season party.
• The GMOT Czar will be awarding weekly prizes and accolades at the fields. These awards might include silly hats, high fives, and/or a free drink at the bar.
• The most creative/awesome GMOT writers will get the privilege of sporting the GMOT LEGEND sash and will also receive a commemorative certificate that will be worthy of hanging in your office or on your parents' fridge.

Sounds BALLER, right? Submit your entries by 10 a.m. every Thursday to waka.gmot@gmail.com. And if there are any other hopes and dreams you hope the GMOT can fulfill, don't hesitate to ask!

LOVE,
The GMOT Czar*

*Oh hey. My name is Valerie and I captain the Capital team Candy Van. I love the GMOT A LOT. Let's love it together. I hope that sounded creepy, because that was my intent.

The Tyrannical Dunderbaggers

The Tyrannical Dunderbaggers are back for more average kickball and above average fun.

First, congratulations to team award winners from last season:

Ben H.  – Male MVP

Alli B.  – Female MVP

Jennifer D.  – Most Improved

David M.  – Play of the Year

Second, out of the over 40 names submitted at our EoS party, The Tyrannical Dunderbaggers won.  Though it did have some serious competition from such names as:  Will Trade Sex for Kickball Registration; Tim Barnhart’s Enormous Dunder Sack; Dundertakers; Enchantment Dunder the Sea and several others.  Team vote is how we determine the name people, no one said democracy was pretty.

Finally, we have some new blood on the team this season … ready to be indoctrinated in the ways of Dunder-dom.

Sandy M.

Kathy G.

Stephanie G.

Robert N.

Mike M.

PurpleSaurus Rex

Fossil records indicate that the PurpleSaurus went extinct in the Spring of 2011, but through a productive partnership with my friends at Ingen, we have developed a technique of cloning the majestic beasts by extracting their DNA from rims of solo cups which have become trapped in amber, and then filling in the holes in the strand with the DNA of world-class athletes. The scientists tell us that the resulting PurpleSaurs are completely controllable and unable to reproduce, but I have my doubts after I got a mysterious voicemail from Jeff Goldblum last night saying only "Nature finds a way."

Already they are beginning to show signs of erratic and unpredictable behavior, I fear the worst. Oh, the hubris! To think that man could play God! What have I unleashed on this world? I can only hope that you all survive the coming season, but I make no promises. Beware the PurpleSaurus, when they finish consuming their Purple Punch they will consume your very livlihoods. BEHOLD THEIR FEARSOME VISAGE!

CANDY VAN

New season, same creepy team full of weirdos, same over-zealous GMOT author. After I realized how fun it was last season to spread my photoshoppin' love to Jay to create that Gator Hunter picture, I thought it might be fun to include both Jay AND Dre in my latest vision: a photo montage of the now allies timed to the smooth tunes of Diana Ross & Lionel Ritchie's "Endless Love."

After spending about 40 minutes trolling the WAKA Austin facebook page for pictures of them together, I got bored and realized no one really took photos of them. So instead, I made a photo slideshow of our team, because we're fun and stupid and weird and creepy, and apparently that makes for entertaining photos.

Yeah. I know that face at the 1:32 mark was immediately deposited in your spank bank. 

And I couldn't let Dre joining Relax go unnoticed, so I made this, too:

 LOVE,

Candy Van