Friday, October 03, 2003
Soccer with the Nerds
With an eerie quietness, the men filed on to the field. The sun has left these fools, the cool and wet wind drives cool stakes into hearts of men. These men are no warriors, they have no skills on this field and yet they enter with heads held high and determinations with their eyes...."Strength and Honour me brothers..."
The battle began with no fanfare and soon bodies clashes like a slow beating drum. There were no weapons, just their legs and their arms and their BLOOD. Hagged breath soon filled the sky.
The battle soon became a massacre and before it began, it was over. The cries of victory could be heard from the heaven and the tears of weak seeps into the hollow earth.
We won 6 to 4.
Oh how sweet is victory....
The battle began with no fanfare and soon bodies clashes like a slow beating drum. There were no weapons, just their legs and their arms and their BLOOD. Hagged breath soon filled the sky.
The battle soon became a massacre and before it began, it was over. The cries of victory could be heard from the heaven and the tears of weak seeps into the hollow earth.
We won 6 to 4.
Oh how sweet is victory....
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