There is little joy in beating our parallel team Rekickulous. We came out firing and swung for the fences on a damp, soaked, and muddy field. We stole another championship like a thieves in the night. From our count that was the big Two Oh. 20. Twenty cups. Truthfully thats a crazy number. To all the Jorts that came before, and probably the very few that will come afterwards....that win was for you. Well, for most of you. Especially all you ghosts out there.
On a side note, whoever made those brownies that Rekickulous tossed at us...those were delicious! Someone knows how to bake!
