The Real Valentines Day MASSACRE

- So I know you didn’t think you could accost me in the library like that and get away with it
- I had the moot ct brief to get done but now that is over let me vent.
- So let me get this straight: My team beat your team on Monday and we suck? I actually thought it was a great competitive game between two teams. I didn’t intend to diss your team at all. I enjoyed playing against you…granted prior to the game WE knew that we had to beat your team. I mean come on we are the No Talent Allstars we were not going to lose to the Pinkies. To say that we suck and that your team is ‘so much better than ours’ well that’s just plain RE-DICK-U-LUSS. So apart from the vengeance is mine feeling that I took into the game, I also took in an undefeated streak. (Granted that’s all of 3 games) Can I hide the fact that I took extra pleasure in beating your team? NO. Do I respect your team? YES. Let’s keep it real to give me all these reasons that your team lost: “we had errors”; “we didn’t hit like we normally do”; “my vagina was sore” Keep it real you lost when you lose to a team you shut up, you congratulate them and you move on swearing privately to get them the next time. Give our pitcher props, she did her job, hell she even had a 1-2-3 inning when we needed a stop. Don’t come whining to me that you should have won. Don’t tell me that our hits were based on errors: the errors were on your team suck it up. “There is no I in team [and there aint no we either]” Like Baby Cham seh “ Well if a fassy never like it SUCK YUH MUMMAH”