The Tale of Sir William The Great

Here is the story of a boy. More of a young man. Whom had an interesting July, August, and October. A season looking grim in the wee games of the start. The Mighty Wolverines not looking so good, they had lost half of their starters from the year before, and to start off they had to face the Cougars of Kearns the best team in the league. The Kearns Cougars ate them as if they were only a midnight snack. In this game was the game that the mighty Sir William fell. As he played, he dare not look at his thumb to which he knew something had happened. His thumb pointing in a direction it was not supposed to go with a rainbow of colors covering it. As he traveled through the great forests of Yellowstone it came to be worse. After coming home on a sunny Sunday afternoon. He went to a doctor. With a sad look on his face the doctor said the bad news. As the team looked at the brace with their jaws dropped to the floor no words were to be spoken. With his heart shattered Sir William sat through what seemed an eternity of nothing. No practicing, no nothing. He could hardly get his pants done up as he prepared to travel to school each passing day. When the day came that Sir William made his triumphant return with a battle axe upon his left arm. He smote the Wildcats of South Summit, but as it was to no good. He smote the Lancers of Granger but as it was to no good. He battled and battled. The day came when the battle axe was removed. And thus a new saga was born. The new weapon on the left arm of Sir William was much smaller. Though it could do the same damage. As Sir William fought the Colts of Cottonwood through the dense rain and the cold he finally prevailed. The Colts were conquered. As the Mighty Wolverines began their uphill travels, they dismantled the Bulldogs of Judge and demolished the Panthers of West it became so much closer. A postseason life was in reach. The only one standing in the Mighty Wolverines way were the Leopards of East. The mighty wolverines had fallen. Fallen to a point to which they could got regain the footing. Piece by piece the Wolverines fell apart thus ending the season. The team that from the start looked to be doomed had fought through battle after battle after battle, had their dreams in reach. But it was not in the stars that Mighty Wolverines arms could stretch to reach. That their hands were slapped away. Thus ending the heroic and tragic tale of Sir William, the great.