Last week the Indomitable Drinky Crows lost a tough 4-3 match. The defeat left us in third place for the season with a 5-2 record. It also set up a rematch the following week in the playoffs. Tonight we avenged that defeat, winning 4-3, despite playing the entire match a man down. It was one of the most glorious victories in the eight-year history of the Indomitable Drinky Crows.

Unfortunately I seemingly did serious damage to my right knee in a rather violent second-half collision. I screamed some combination of fuck, shit and motherfucker for two minutes and then hobbled off the field. This injury is probably good news heading into the final as far as the team is concerned (since I am a grotesque liability on the field), but it's obviously not a particularly welcome development for myself. Perhaps it will magically feel all better come morning.