Sunday, Sunday, Sunday! Come out and watch mere mortal, scarwny cyclists in the realm of the big boys. This is where we unclip, shed the lycra, and don multicolored flags...and we show what we are truly made of. On the gridiron, champions are made (or at least that's what is said...we didn't see any of that). And, when the time came to choose the team's champions...I was the fat kid on the playground, picked last.
Me mugging Mitch
Touchdown for Cameron
The huddle
The return
The return pt. 2
Touchdown for Chancey
Every attempt was made to keep Fletcher warm...a last ditch effort
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