My intramural soccer team made it to the finals.
This was especially exciting because we had only beaten one team.
We beat them 8-3. Following that first game I dreamt that our match was continued, and in it we just kept on scoring point after point.
Outside of my dream world our team felt pretty good about ourselves, we thought we were bad-ass and awesome. We thought about making jerseys, or socks, or sweatpants, or headbands, or bracelets, or armbands, or sweatshirts, or sweatbands...just to let everyone else know how hardcore we were.
Then we played our second game, and our third...
It wasn't that we played poorly, we just all came to the mutual decision that accessories were no longer necessary.
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