Befuddled by schedule changes, blog censorship, debated forfeits, and general low morale, the Rotters took a wrong turn on the way to TASL's latest stop-gap venue and just kept driving. When the caravan--headed up by "Was-it-you" Williford--finally stopped, they found a field with even less grass than WRAL. The upside? An OCEAN on one sideline.
"I really like the longshore wind factor, too," commented defense demigod Jacob Osten. "When the ball goes out of bounds, we get a long breather." O-Shag-nessy, whose middle syllable proved prophetic (he "shagged" almost every windbourne ball) begged to differ.
Rotter "Potty-mouth" McKinney tried to keep the language clean. Other Rotters listened with furrowed brows as she shouted "Holy feces, good pass!" and confusion reigned when she angrily shouted "Sexual intercourse with you, then!" when Cullinan blocked her shot. "I don't care if I don't sound tough as feces anymore," she responded when asked about her new linguistic choices,"No-one can trace ugly language back to myself or my teammates. And besides, I just feel better about myself. Talking clean is having-intercourse awesome."
The Rotters won every game they played on the new field. As beach-house hero Williford put it: "It's hard to lose when you're playing with yourself." Combined with victory over a beach house puzzle, "happy cake" by Williford and Ann-Katherin, and a win for the University of Tennessee american football team (a uniform change has been proposed for the Rotters--Manning will knit vests; see picture), the adventure provided a much-needed morale boost.
