"Sometimes in life you take chances. We know this because chest hair that looks like taco meat improves your chances of getting a good job. If ironing a shirt meant that Alf would stop eating cats we would have all entered a thumb wrestling team years ago. If you shot bolts of lightning from your arse you wouldn't have paid the entry fee for that league and its a strong indicator that you once owned a beeper. But NO, we have all owned Red Rider BB guns and never lost an eye.

If you have not, its ok and your life sucks. We will not judge unless we do.

As candidates for bar champ we have a strong commitment to changing social dynamic of all squirrels. As personal commitment we will make sure that the Alvins of the world can stand side by side with the Frank the Tanks and the GTL's. Its a long process but if elected we will do away with the out of bounds line and ensure that all players receive universal Knee pads and dentures.

Duck you very much.
Ducks

-Sent from the MIGHTY DUCKS Helicopter"

I guess it’s not very anonymous since my name is at the top of this post, but I’m finally coming to terms with the truth. I have a sneaker fetish. A childhood friend’s mother once advised: The way to choose a man is by looking down - no, farther down - and taking notice of what he’s wearing on his feet.

I guess it stuck with me all these years, because I’m ecstatic about the awesome sneakers on the Early and Late Wednesday evening Dodgeball courts!

Rock on, people, who adorn the low top Converses worn by Dave on The Mighty Ducks (Navy). Keep it trippy, Adam, with neon running shoes; the energetic vibes are helping Ball Hogs (Daisy) maintain an 0.80 winning percentage this season.

From ballcourts to bar hangs, the sneakers are fierce. Not sure if there’s a cure for my addiction, so until then, the photo collection grows.