Look-a-yonder and all hail! The big black cloud did come to Founder's! The conditions may have been muddled but necessity dictated the day play out in the proudly rooted grass of the brave pitch!
The folly of nature's insidious Tupelo, not the efforts of plutocratic foe, nearly removed a sure win from the grasp of the stoic Old Boys division, having gone up three nil off of goals from the Peoples Martyr, Knotts G. Batterski, and Aaron "You Ain't So Hairy Jerry" Ruben. With not but a minute to spare, the game winner came from a Glorious run made by Aaron "I Ain't No Jerry" Ruben, unselfishly fed from a comrade who chose to stay anonymous in the spirit of sharing for the common good! All Glory to Pub Heroes one and all as distant thunder rumble and black rain come down*!
30's PROPER, Apr. 17:
The land of banjos and road kill called, and Appalachia IS beautiful this time of year. Kudos to the foe for having a 3rd backup field, but no kudos for being the rural imperialist stooges of a broken colonialist system whose incessant tough guy posturing belied their weakness at the back, allowing the Young Pioneer, Paul Pot and the Brazilian Operative goals! 3-1 to the TDFC! Soggy pitch or not, near or far, from the More-lans of the West, from the tenement slums of Trafford, to the rolling rural foothills of the Laurel Highlands just down the road “a-piece” from what we could only best imagine as “Meths-berg, Pennsyltucky,” the TDFC Empire grows!
Photo by: Jag Schubert
TDFC Special Ops
*Nick Cave and the Bad Seeds