Dear Catfish Nation,
Actually the game was rained out, but nevertheless, it is no lie to say that Catfish Did Not Lose!
It was a disappointment, of course, as we were looking forward to taking the field against those Media Labber Shadowmasks. This was to be Tevin “Mr. Big Stuff (Who Do You Think You Are)” Smalls’s Big Debut, so we were lucky there was no rioting in the streets when the word went out that the game would have to be rescheduled.
We Fish, ever resourceful, made our way through the deluge to the Muddy Charles Pub, where we brought our brilliant fishy minds to bear on such topics as email spoofs from future selves, rain-cursed camping, password retention, and Ancient Egypt, all while scarfing down pizzas and the inevitable Greek salad. We also tried every beer on the Muddy’s board. Chrazy Eyes Eyer enlightened us as to his archaeological thesis that the ancient Pharaohs were buried with their leftover pizzas, so as to be able to feast on such manna upon waking in the netherworld. (I’m pretty sure any leftover Greek salad was tossed in the dump.
At any rate, this game vs. the Shadowmasks shall be rescheduled, so stay tuned. And please join us next week, Monday, July 21, at 5:30, when we face the CrEAPS on field 2 (astroturf).
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| Captain Batty with Bumbershoot |
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| Fish theorize uponst things |
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| Fish frolic |
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| H Bomb wins for getting the most soaked by riding bike to Muddy |
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