Here It goes!
The Game
As soon as I entered into the gymnasium it was plain to me that the crowd was not in a particularly good mood. On one side of the gym the supporters of the home team were rabidly cursing at the players of the previously mentioned home team and requesting that they acquire some talent immediately. The supporters of the opposing team were all participating in a rather annoying synchronized chant that seemed to suggest that the referee should be dismembered and then fed to hungry wolverines. The referee it seems had just awarded the home team seven points for a touch down however due to the fact that the teams were in the middle of a basketball game this call may not have been overly prudent. As I walked over to the concession stand a large man in a muskrat costume (he was the opposing team’s mascot) bumped headlong into me. As I was politely asking him where he had left his cerebral cortex this morning I noticed that his breath smelled strongly of whiskey mixed with gin and a little touch of Budweiser. I left him standing and starring blankly into space while I went off to tell the proper authorities. The proper authorities were not in their seats, by the side of the court or mulling about the concession stand. When I did find them they were in the janitors closet drowning their sorrows with a concoction that judging by the empty bottles on the floor was a mixture of whiskey, gin and Budweiser. They were wearing mops on their heads like wigs and sing a medley of what sounded like “row row row your boatâ€
