After a flurry of weather-related late-night texts from The Thread featuring Troy Kimmel, Mark Muray, Quita Culpepper, Jim Spencer and Burton Fitzsimmons, the league decided to actually play a game after a brief Saturday night downpour. And what a glorious sight to behold greeted the Honey Badgers as Onion Creek had been transformed into a…

Needing a win in the worst way, there were good signs headed to the field on Sunday. The tent was back and Ciro was warming up in his full uniform. He claimed he was just testing his calf out, but after actually setting up the tent on the sideline after the game started, he decided…

No tent. No goals. No bueno. Cameron Road United started the second trimester of this season yesterday hoping to get back on track with a glorious victory. After a good first half saw them go down by a goal, the vibes were positive heading into the second half. From there, things did not go as…

8am at NEMP. Nobody’s favorite, except for Chappy who lives 15 minutes away. Still, 12 Badgers braved the early morning, ready to face Santos, who are newly re-branded in green. Dumb. With Adam and Nate arriving a few minutes late, and Schwarzy suiting up and rushing onto the field at the whistle, Cameron Road started…

I heard we played well. I heard Derek scored two penalties. I heard Celtic were not nice. I heard we lost.

The 2026 campaign kicked off yesterday at Onion Creek on a crisp, February afternoon. While many things were the same, some things were different: Andy arrived early, Guillermo was sporting a beard, Parks had hair, a lot of hair, and Big Dave was well on his way to becoming Medium Dave. With 4 subs in…

Winter made a brief, spiteful comeback at Onion Creek, dropping the temperature into the low 40s and cranking the wind like it had a personal vendetta against recreational soccer. Not exactly the postcard ending to a season, but Honey Badgers don’t give a shit. The Soccer Gods were clearly in a generous mood. Before the…

On a weekend built for hot cocoa and survivalists, Cameron Road United trudged back into action after a month-long hibernation, stepping onto a pitch that felt more like a NEMP wind tunnel than a soccer field. The Badgers, duct-taped together with travel absences, injuries, and pure spiritual resolve, once again found themselves living that “can…

The sun was still high and mocking when the Honey Badgers rolled up for a rare 3:30 kickoff — desperate for redemption after three straight defeats, but with the odds stacked so deep they needed a Sherpa to carry the load. The checklist of missing essentials was almost comical: no tent, no keeper, no keeper…

With the freshly updated trophy gleaming on the sideline like some cursed relic of a rival dynasty, Cameron Road United gathered at the Badger Den for the biannual showdown against their sworn enemies, The Punters. Six subs were ready, the touchline was lined with friends, family, and assorted hype personnel, and honorary manager Ryan Willis…

The early morning dew at Onion Creek was thick enough to drown a lesser team, but the Honey Badgers are not lesser men. They are creatures forged in the damp, caffeine-fueled mists of weekend soccer. Jefe reclaimed his rightful post as caretaker of the Badger Den, Jeff Z’s mom graced the sidelines (ever the oracle…

A 4:00pm kickoff on the alleged cusp of Fall in Austin — a season which, in theory, brings crisp breezes and pumpkin spice, but in practice still bathes you in 95-degree hellfire while pollen grenades explode in your sinuses. Perfect soccer weather, in other words. And what better way to celebrate it than showing up…

The Honey Badgers didn’t just win on Sunday afternoon — they staged a six-goal demolition job that left Austin Athletic Club sprawled in the dust. A 6–0 masterpiece baked in the Texas heat. The opening chapter was written in sugar. Chappy rolled up with apple fritters, Derek with cookies, and Parks delivered a glorious slab…

On Sunday, Cameron Road United assembled once again upon the scorched plains of NEMP — that vast, wind-blasted wasteland where soccer dreams go to dehydrate. Though the infamous NEMP gales were mercifully subdued, the mercury soared toward triple digits, and the pitch stretched outward like a cruel mirage, ballooning larger with every weary stride. The…