Timothy Dwight

Coed soccer leaves many whimpering and defeated opponents fingering fresh facial lacerations from cleats. Thea "I got crazy" Handel"s,"man '01, Leah "Floats like a butterfly, and kicks your ass" Dunay '00, Mike "To the D, you come and see me and you pay a fee" Ferguson '98, Dan "In the house like furniture" Murphy '98, Dean "Double Magnum" Pimenta '01, Steven "I got wheels" Licht '98, Thomas "Sugar" Kane '01, Bryn "'da ruckas" Grogan '01, Lisa "I jump higher than Mike" Powell '99, Neil "I'm a get" Inala "that" '98, Courtney "Get oat and play IMs, eh" Noble '00, Tania "Boxer or" Brief '98, Dan "Bionic shoulder man" Davis '99, and many more make up one ferocious team that swears not by the moon but by its hearts.

Soon, hundreds of red warriors will rise like a mighty storm, like a hurricane, a force so swift and violent that no power, however great, will be able to hold it back. We will smash all the trammels that bind us and rush forward along the road to triumph, as the peasants in China did in the 1920s. We are revolutionaries, welcoming the confrontation and inevitable victory. We are the blood hordes. Our war cry darkens the sun and shakes the foundations of the earth. Ashé.

(Compiled by a man who sticks to his word.)

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