Our story begins last March when perennial team champions CASOC thought is would be nice to display the trophy that is usually under lock and key at a secret location known only to the person we’ve pawned the trophy, I mean, entrusted the trophy to. It was during that time that an unnamed PSCC member, in a fit of premeditated desperation, carefully slipped the trophy into a box and in the cover of daylight, proceeded to slip said box into his car. }:)
Who knew that PSCC was so desperate to have the trophy. If they had just asked, we would have gladly shared.
Anyway, back to the story. For CASOC it was business as usual. The trophy was somewhere, we knew that. Nothing unusual there. “The trophy is like a homing pigeon” said Tom Berry, the man who has cared for the trophy more than any other. “We never knew where it was, but it always came home to roost come banquet time.” After years and years and years of caring for the pigeon, the problem for CASOC was finding a team member who had the room house the "pigeon" and a willingness to feed it and clean up the.......well you know. :mrt:
For CASOC, their prayers were answered by of all people, a Reverend. In a moment of sinister sneakery, obsessed with an uncontrollable desire to get the ultimate team prize, a Reverend of all people, thinking there was no other way, unashamedly took our "pigeon" and cared for it like it was his own. Then, in an apparent moment of uncontrollable guilt, and of course knowing that PSCC had won control of the treasured prize, returned the trophy to where it belongs. For that change of heart, we thank you.
This is the true story of what happened to the team trophy. Anything the Reverand said at the banquet is questionable. Funny, but questionable.
Congratulations to PSCC for winning the team championship.
