In a brutal act of savagery, on Sunday, January 8th at approximately 12:38pm, Ryan destroyed my custom, one-of-a-kind Honey Badger stenciled gear bucket. The attack was without provocation, unwarranted, reeked of desperation, and downright rude. To be fair, it was accomplished with a powerful, on-target right footed shot of molecule shattering force…. but still…. not…
Can a ball sent skyward justly be said to be traveling to da moon as it departs NEMP’s lunar surface? Are not all balls sent bounding through its dusty craters in truth sent a la luna? Lo, we are but insignificant moon men, scuttling about, kicking at the ankles of a universe so expansive one…
It takes a village. Chappy poured, Ryan distracted, El Jefe filmed.
We may have not played the most entertaining soccer this weekend as our low scores indicate, but if there was a trophy for the most entertaining team on the sidelines, you can damn sure believe we would have one it hands down. Fueled by positive displays on the field, lots of beer, propane-charred sausages and…
