Calhoun

Last Thurs., Oct. 4, the 'Houn soccer team moved the F in front of the B in BFA, methodically crushing balls into the back of the net four times. This Aussie was so moved by the sound of the last ball sinking into the back of the net that he let out a respectful whistle.

Then the Brentford bloke's football team showed up, lookin' for some hot razzlin' and dazzlin'. Facing an imposing team of 'Hounies led by Caleb Turn-"on the pow"-er '03, Richard "I got the" Wright "stuff" '04, and Michael Espi-"I'll rub your"-noza-"in horse poopers" '03, the Brentford blokes went down for a lot of balls, mainly on their own passing plays. Indeed, there were some near-misses between one Brentford receiver and the next as they passed one another.

Being forced to watch Brentford's aggressive play didn't bother the 'Houn much, though. Ben Le-"t them"-vi-"e for the balls" '04, Michael "I am the" Kor-"e of this team"-nberg '03, and Ben Eld-"Go crying home to your Tow"-er '03 kept Brentford from scoring in the top half—or perhaps the bottom half—of the game.

The Brentford coed team was jumpstarted by the ref, who ironically happened to be a Brentfordian. Despite the persistently noticeable availability of another Brentford bloke, he decided to play rather than do his job, and once he joined the BF orgy, the ref understandably couldn't keep his hands off the balls thrown his way by his 'mates. Even when they were about to slip from his grasp, he attempted to juggle them. Ultimately, one of his 'mates dubbed him: "Eric Johnson in the end zone." More like: "Ref getting fieldplay in the end zone."

(Compiled by an Aussie who likes Middlesex.)

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