As you can see from the scoreboard, the first round was abysmal. It may have had something to do with the boisterous cursing of Tottenham fans, who are undying loyalists and would have been cute in a non-competitive setting, but were mostly distracting. The second round began the same way. We were down 4 to 1, but that's when Otis came swooning over the speakers.
Sure, Sam was a no show (from now on, all playlists with Otis must now include a Sam song as well), but with the sudden support from the new arrivals, Dan's spirit lifted and before we knew it, the rest of the team came with.
Erik was dancing (to be fair, he danced the entire time, but before Otis, it was a sad dance of defeat and hangovers).
Henry perked up for the first time all day (though he would hold out on high fives until he left shortly after round 2). Also, please note his Chelsea jersey, which was pointed out by a few Tottenham hooligans, who were savagely mocked by Henry's total lack of awareness at their team's existence.
So we ground out game two, coming back and making Rod proud of us, a feat never achieved by his failure of a son Sean.
And let's not get started with Kimberly.
Suffice it to say, shortly after this photo was taken, we discovered that a) she's terrible at riding motorcycles and b) she chose not to wear underwear.
Back to the subject at hand, we wiped up round 3 and snatched victory from the Hibocces. Perhaps the best team we've played this season, but still, no match for a strong Rod (Mitch was still missing, which made us sad, but not sad enough to nix dancing). And the spiritual presence of Sujan and Double Trouble was felt by all.
Winning shot!
Welcome Sam and Otis!
