Pink welcomed Darn & Tommy into the pink, and like a perfectly oiled unit we marched down the field point after point putting in the scores. Our lead wasn’t always double their score, only just after half did we maintain that deep of a safety.
Our stat sheets show three turns, however Dan tells me there were actually six. Don’t ever think your turns go unnoticed under Danimal, because although he has the meow meow and the soft fuzzy hair of Daniel tiger he’s a calculating and exacting predator.
Sure most of us love pink moonshine, yes Jeff Rose chugs cherry koolaid in the dark, but Pank Drank ain’t nothing to fuck with.
I may be trash talking, but don’t worry, it’s all for Jill’s benefit. She’s going down. We are really looking forward to playing that Great team some day. We are actually really nice, and in truth we are all Pink on the inside. In fact, go into every game with the attitude that if we better try not to fuck this up because we are mildly old and probably half pickled.
Kudos to ALL their players, they used their whole team and it goes without saying Billy is a throwing Demon and Timmy is like two of me high. I don’t remember any calls, unless you include Skool’s time out cuz he had to “burn one”. We did need use it to apply our ointments and rotate the tennis balls on our walker feet. The most memorable moments of this game were probably the blurry streaks of Drew’s sonic flight paths screaming past me as I ran in slow motion for the end zone. There was definitely a lot of defensive strategy on our part, borne out of fear. Let’s face it, Grape was scary but we managed to pop their cherry.
Great game Grape!!!
