Viva la GOOOOOAAAALLLLLL!

As my world becomes increasingly familiar to you and your government(s), you learn interesting facts. Such facts include that I love soul food. 

Yet one fact that we might as well get out of the way now is that I also play what some refer to as the beautiful game (it's not). For reals. Let's take a break and analyze the fact that soccer, aka futbol, is probably responsible for more premature deaths than tobacco, alcohol, and Chuck Norris combined. How can a game be beautiful if it can't even survive a round house kick to the face, let alone a Delta Force marathon? The long and the short of it: It can't.

Right? Right.

So my team, the Argonauts, riding high on a four-loss streak came into battle last night against an equally formidable foe of equal skill: the Sandy Fire Department. 

You know, if this were September 12th, 2001, I might have gone onto the pitch desirous to allow the SFD the opportunity to return to their wives victorious and proud. It's what any good citizen would do. 

Know what? I bet if we actually went back and broke down every single game played in a rec-league from September 12th, 2001 to September 30th, 2001, we would probably find that any team formed by a police department or fire department in this country would have not only won all their games, but be handed their league titles as well. The only exceptions would have been when said departments faced each other, and ended the results in draws. Even in basketball. We need to check into this. 

Since it was in fact January 28th, 2009 when this game went down though, the SFD found themselves in a shit storm of mythological proportions not even the river Styx could have protected them from.

Let me break it down. 9-2. Put your fire hose on that and suck on it for awhile. 

4 goals for your boy, putting him up as the team leader in goals scored this season at 6. One goal in particular was a cracka' of a goal served up by our villain from Manilla, Cto/theG. 

So dominating, so profound was this victory, we even took out the golden fleece and played with it for a while. Yeah, Jason! What's up, Hercules? You got something to say, Hermes? Greece?! We can back this up all day, son! We got ores for you to row, and we got a drumline that is playing the illest beats you've heard since the Sun Festival down in Crete. So get in line. 

The Argonauts just arrived.

Respect.