We out shot 'em, we out chanced 'em, we out played 'em, we bounced 'em around like 'Hans and Frans' bounce around little girly men with their enormous pectorial muscles.

A few left hooks by our toothles leader, Cap'n Cliff, and a few bone shattering bodychecks by Scarrin' Darren and Great Scott gave the Drunken Ones an intimidation factor that had the R.C.C. team crying like a multi-millionare businesman, who's indecent proposal had just been rejected by a 19 year-old virgin pop diva, who despite claiming to be "Not So Innocent", vows not to have her delicate sencibilities violated until she's hitched.

So, even though the score was 2-1 for them, we won damnit... oh god!! *sob*...

O.K. Kathy Lee! Alright already! We'll let your son Cody play, only on these terms:

·>You stop bringin Frank to the games (for fear of our daughter's and girlfriend's safety)
·>No more singing from you, or any other family members.
·>Our 'Made in Indonesia' jerseys are fine, we will not waste another $380 to purchase jerseys just because they were made by adults, and yes, Cody will have to wear one.
·>You will no longer pester us to let YOU join the team: We have one Gifford already, isn't that enough?