"The Glory of Dowd, The Fall of the Popular Royal Family, or Dan Can: and he did"

The game can be described like this, Dowd does this, Dowd does that, Dowd threw to the other team with 1 minute left, Dowd lost.

The only saving point of the day was the Homecoming Dance, Let me be the first(or the last) to congratulate the Homecoming King, umm and queen I guess, but mainly the king. Dan "The Man" McNamara came through in style to stomp down the competition with his brand of pure whimsical humor. That girl Lauren was queen, thats cool I guess. Well now that that mess is covered let me say this, editor and resident move buster at sevs Ill Bill Bradley maintained a funky beat of wildly flailing arms and complete irish pride. Sadly though, our move bustin phenom was beat out by the likes of a very drunk Hashmatullah Omarkheil. When some Limp Bizkit song came on, Hash was up on the DJ table like santa claus up through a chimney, like a flash if you dont get me you stupid son of a... He went all out, if I was carson "huge fag" daly I'd say he was off the hook, he just got the crowds cheering in absolute revelry, this man had lept from mere mortal to the realm of godliness. He stepped down from his pedestal for a few minutes to rest I suppose, but without a doubt, he was back up on a table a song after, and waved his shirt around like a helicopter rotor(the song was some rap song about helicopters I think, iced out ones with bling blingin doors I guess) DJ junior kid and the infamous MASTAMIND kept the records spinning track after track, playing such awesome classics like that spice girls song about being your lover and getting with her friends, cotton mouth joe errr eyed, thats it cotton eyed joe, and lets not forget some N*SYNC and Backdoor Boys. It was a splendid evening I must say, and if you have some stories you'd like to share, please feel free to post them, but I wont give a shit because I only care about what I have to say, and if you dont like that well shove it.