No longer my hand.

Look, do you see the big red monstrosity on my left arm. It is no longer to be know as my left arm. But as the battle ax of Sir William the Great. If you can look past the fact that my battle ax smells like a dead animal, it is pretty cool. It scares small children and is great for closing lockers. But Sir William's triumphant return was only triumphant for about 3 quarters. Afterwhich it was more of a downfall. We pretty much lost to the worst team. The team who forfeited all of their games last year because of lack of players. You can not blame referees for losses but it is pretty hard when not only are you playing the opposing team but when you are also competing against the officials. Oh well. You win some, you loose some, and some get determined by a fat gut with chapped legs.