If there is grass on the field.....

Welp.

We lost 73-50 last night.

That was a game.

That scoring was early and often. And that was just with your mom. 

Playing tomorrow at two.

Crosstown rivals. Most of their coaches are straight assholes and I got little respect for any of them. They've had a nice run for 4-5 years and walked around town bragging about it. Though they made it to the state semifinals once, we still pummeled them when I was at big-time school.

They've handled us since being at the Lake, but they are down this year and we are on the come up.

Both newspaper guys picked us:



Trash talk could get wild after this game.

This coach here...



works at their middle school where one of our coaches' wives use to work.

After they beat us, when she was 7 months pregnant, he asked her in the hallway the next day, "How did your husband enjoy that ass beating?"

I hate these fucking guys

I made Halloween bags for each member of the team last night because I am a good person who is attempting to bribe them into playing hard.

I will probably save one bag for Monday because one player has to miss this week because his aunt died from an overdose of crack laced with fentanyl. That's not something that you are prepared for.

I wear J's. I'm bi-racial

black friends saw them last week. I received the approval "ok, I see you"