Apocalypse: Averted

Last night, the unthinkable occurred: Our soccer team lost by only two points! This is distressingly close to winning, and I am not at all comfortable with this turn of events. We've garnered something of a reputation with the ref, who has taken something of a liking to us because we're just a bunch of guys who always (mostly) have a good time, even when we lose badly. The funny thing was that in this game, we managed to halfway convince the other team that we were winning just because of the fact that we were so much louder than they were (also, because we had Chris, Melissa, and Amanh's girlfriend on the sidelines cheering us on). To get ultra-nerdy here, it was as if we were being boosted by the effects of bardic music. We walked out of the arena knowing that we had managed to avoid serious injury, and not get blown out, and still maintained our fine tradition of losing. It worked out pretty good, I'd say.
Before the game, Ipps and I commenced to watch Breakin'. Sadly, this movie was better than Breakin' 2: Electric Boogaloo (not that that is saying much). We were both disappointed. Meanwhile, I have planned my revenge for this. Ipps will surely like his birthday present come January. And by "like" I mean "despise."