Between the hours of Eleven and No Minutes Post Meridian, and One and Thirty Minutes Ante Meridan on the Twenty Second of January in this the year of our Lord Two Thousand and Eight, four warriors gathered to do just battle against forces of evil and malevolence within the field of what has been commonly termed thus far as ‘League Bowling’. The first wave of the onslaught began and our Most Noble of Combatants battled the enemy with a great ferocity. Each encounter was bitterly fierce and lent no predictions to the final result; margins became so narrow a field mouse would be reticent to dare pass through. In the end however, they were narrowly defeated by the Forces of the Unclean. Due to such a harrowing turn of events, these miscreants and street-whores rallied behind their nefarious cause and were able to truly route our Representatives of All Things Right and True during the second round of this epic battle. Our Heroes did not dismay at such minor losses and in the end prevailed to utterly crush the opposition, ending the opening battle of their campaign in a Two to One Defeat. It must be duly noted within these contexts that our Warriors Most Noble and Well-Hung, faced off against the Unworthy Winners of last year’s tourney and came out ostensibly close to defeating the wretches.
Though definitionally unsucessful in the traditional sense, our Heroes are fully prepared and battle-readied for the tragically unworthy foes that do face them next week.
Huzzah Gladiators of Manliness! Your balls shall fly mighty and true on your next endeavor.
