The great Hod ordained me to officially enact this year's tourney contest. With that I say:
And it came to pass in the land of the Sun Devils, a small band of faithful followers of Arizona State did gather themselves together, in the manner of the tribes of yore, to enter into a contest of great renown, the March Madness tournament pool. With hearts steadfast and minds resolute, they set forth under the banner of the pitchfork, trusting in their knowledge of the hardwood battles, combined with the wisdom of the anointed stained one @Hod Rabino, to guide them through the wilderness of brackets. The Omniscient and Ever-Knowing One overseeing Tempe (no...not Sparknac) had blessed them with cunning and foresight, and they sought to triumph over the nations of rival fans, especially those accursed Wildcats of Arizona, whose pride was as boundless as the sands and whose boasts stank like the offal of a forsaken herd.
Now these Sun Devil faithful numbered not many, yet their spirit was mighty, and they inscribed their predictions upon the scrolls of the pool, as the priests of old recorded the laws in Leviticus. They offered up their selections as a sacrifice to the glory of their team, shunning the vile University of Arizona, that den of iniquity whose players strutted like peacocks and whose fans wailed in ignorance. The Wildcats, a people stiff-necked and given to delusions of grandeur, were scorned by the Sun Devils, who declared, “Let their brackets be broken asunder, and their hopes dashed upon the rocks of defeat!” Thus did this small tribe press onward in the tournament, seeking victory as the promised land, while the shadow of Tucson’s folly loomed ever as a cautionary tale.
With that said...please enter the....
The Official Huddle March Madness Tournament Contest
And it came to pass in the land of the Sun Devils, a small band of faithful followers of Arizona State did gather themselves together, in the manner of the tribes of yore, to enter into a contest of great renown, the March Madness tournament pool. With hearts steadfast and minds resolute, they set forth under the banner of the pitchfork, trusting in their knowledge of the hardwood battles, combined with the wisdom of the anointed stained one @Hod Rabino, to guide them through the wilderness of brackets. The Omniscient and Ever-Knowing One overseeing Tempe (no...not Sparknac) had blessed them with cunning and foresight, and they sought to triumph over the nations of rival fans, especially those accursed Wildcats of Arizona, whose pride was as boundless as the sands and whose boasts stank like the offal of a forsaken herd.
Now these Sun Devil faithful numbered not many, yet their spirit was mighty, and they inscribed their predictions upon the scrolls of the pool, as the priests of old recorded the laws in Leviticus. They offered up their selections as a sacrifice to the glory of their team, shunning the vile University of Arizona, that den of iniquity whose players strutted like peacocks and whose fans wailed in ignorance. The Wildcats, a people stiff-necked and given to delusions of grandeur, were scorned by the Sun Devils, who declared, “Let their brackets be broken asunder, and their hopes dashed upon the rocks of defeat!” Thus did this small tribe press onward in the tournament, seeking victory as the promised land, while the shadow of Tucson’s folly loomed ever as a cautionary tale.
With that said...please enter the....
The Official Huddle March Madness Tournament Contest
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