Avada Kedavra! *puts wand back in cloak, flexes for the ladies*
That's right team, I just Harry Potter'd the shit out of last week. In case you're playing it cool & don't want to admit to yourself that you know exactly what 'Avada Kedavra' means, it's totes the killing curse from the Death Eaterz in the Harry Potterz. Memories of last weeks abysmal softballing have been wiped from the global consciousness & we no longer needs to wear the invisibility cloak around other softball players.
Tonight's game is... important? Not really, it's like, a mid-season Quiddich match between Hufflepuff & Ravenclaw - knowwhatImean?
The focus for us should be on hitting the ball. We haven't been doing that very well at all. In fact, we suck nards. Look at this video I can't listen to audio at work so I don't have a clue what they're saying. BUT, look at these dudes! Chubby, goatee'd, canned-beer drinking men who live for softball. They must be talking smart!
In conclusion, Harry Potter is awesome. Softball is nearly as awesome. Capes are encouraged tonight.
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