The Crushed Dreams of a Would Be Superstar

My fast-track to slo-pitch superstardom met a difficult roadblock this afternoon. After making a run to the championship game undefeated, and dominating every statistical category kept by league officials (read: volunteer students), we were beaten by a group of Campus Rec organizers. Were the the opposing team less a bunch of dicks, and had they not had at least 3 calls work in their favour that wouldn't have, had they not been the employers of the game's umpire, I would have walked away satisfied. But losing like that just leaves a bitter aftertaste, and not the good kind from a bottle of Grolsch or Pilsner Urquell.

They were in fact the better team, with more team speed and size, I'll concede that much, but we hung right with them, and had there not been a few of those deflating calls, we had a real shot. And so end the dreams of multi-million dollar contracts and chartered team flights. Now its off for beer and wings with the team!

Team photo will come later when Buzznet decides to stop being a bitch.