Underdogs

So the other day I am in the cafeteria eating and my phone rang. I pick it up to here my friend Jordan (who is striaght out of the 70s with his curly fro and hippy clothes, and love everybody attitude). He was out of breath and told me that in five minutes his dodge ball team was playing and they were short one person. So I ran to the gym in my still wet swim shorts (wet from a great day of surfing) and my slippers (flip flops), I was just gonna play barefoot. I got there just in time to see our ragtag team just put together randomly waiting to play. I found out I had to wear shoes so I ran home and changed. Finally we started playing. Sure it was great fun but every team but ours seemed way serious. We were laughing and yelling, it was great. Then I found out that is was a double elimination tournament. Still I didn't care. We lost our first game but then won the next two (a game is best 2 out of 3 sets). Then I found out why it was all so serious. If we won we got tee shirts and some of these other teams had been together in a bunch of different intramural events. Anyway we got all the way to the finals but it was to late so we moved the game to two nights later. The team we were playing was apparently the team that won all the intramural events. The were stone faced serious. By the way out team acted it seemed our motto was "for hells sake its just dodgeball". We also had the disadvantage cause we had to beat them twice because they had never lost and we had. Anyway long story short, the underdogs kicked there A's, and the were all pissed off. It was funny. Even the lady who was in charge of the shirts was happy and said, "those guys always win everything, they are really mad".






So just like the ragtag revolutionary army, Rocky, Rudy, Ghandi, we, the ragtag underdogs were victorious and will shortly receive our shirts with "dodgeball champions" written on the back.