9/16/2011:
“Just because I’m losing, doesn’t mean I’m lost.” – Coldplay, “Lost”
“Punks jump up to get beat down.” – Brand Nubian, “Punks Jump up To Get Beatdown”
Less than 2 minutes. For less than 2 minutes, me and Dasher had FINALLY claimed the 3 points we had been after for
so long. Despite the fact that we had been laid out like throw rugs and shag carpet; through the pain was the
promise of the gold this chase has been all about.
Then it was gone. Like that. Literally as long as it took to read that sentence. Beaten by the femme fatales of
Sara Del Rey and Daizee Haze (...so I hear you’re good now. Call me! We can make it work!) But they simply seized
an opportunity created by The Batiri - the demons known as Obariyon and Kodama.
Ever since then, they’ve been a thorn in our sides. They embarrassed us in Easton, then proceeded to
do the same in Chicago.
I shouldn’t have to stress how much I don’t like losing. For those who DO need the help though, I like losing
as much as I like haircuts and squares. The Batiri sent Dasher and I on a road we didn’t think we’d recover
from. Maybe our cries to be the greatest tag team on this beautiful Earth of ours were for nothing? Then I remember
Dasher saying, “Well, what else would we do my good fellow?”
What else would we do? I couldn’t imagine. Dasher loves baseball, but his PASSION is CHIKARA.
My sport is locked out indefinitely. I have nothing to turn to but this...and fortunately, I love it.
Our love for what we do is what gained us a point. Most of all, our love and desire to prove we are the best
team in CHIKARA lead us to not just DEMANDING we face The Colony, but we demanded another crack at the
Batiri as well. What would our road to the playoffs be if we couldn’t beat the team that has dogged us since
our first meeting? That’s right daddy, our macho mojo won’t let those losses stand.
I had set to the of studying Hammer films, some show called “Buffy”, and The Exorcist a number of times
(may even try it with my eyes open the entire time.) just to prepare for whatever trickery was on deck.
Then I realized something.
Your face paint runs. You bleed like us. You feel pain.
That means you can be beaten. Brockton, MA. September 17th. We look forward to reminding our Gremlin friends
just how human they really are. We EARNED the mantle of toughest team in CHIKARA not just because of what we do
physically - but because of the heart you turkeys are missing. If you could have stopped us, you would have done
it by now. So something tells me you ain’t got it in you.
But you know what’s there now?
That tingle that makes you rethink your position. Second guess your plan of attack.
That’s called fear.
None of it for you, but I think you’re learning it for us. So like my daddy used to say...
“Algebra. Politicians. The other teams defense. Monsters. Mayo jars. Use brute force. And when brute
force don’t work; use more brute force!” – Daddy D
SD
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