Bastards’ Cup Co-Champion Bites Back

It’s easy to talk smack when you go down in flames in the tournament -- after all, you've got plenty of company, but don’t go hating the real winners. Sure, The Presidents’ Cup is controversial, and I won’t begrudge Kid Davies for his deft, if not unorthodox, handiwork on the green, but remember “first and foremost” it was the Miami Streetwalkers who were named the "Presidents’ Cup" before the tournament started. You want to take it back after the fact – do what you will (in name only), Indian givers, but we were already branded and as such took not just a second cup when we won the "Bastards’ Cup", but a third “The Ascendants’ Cup” for the hat trick and I’ll be damned if I’m going to give any of them back, so in the immortal words of your Jersey Shore partner “Suck it!” all you tramp stamp wearing haters! Kid Davies, you’re a welcome addition to the Club and I’d go so far to back your title of El Presidente, as I remember Der Tyrant proclaimed you that night post tournament. As for the rest, talk all the smack you want, but we’re the ones holding the trophy. For the propaganda film posing the question “What can’t I do?” – the answer: “Win”. As for all the interval training, name calling, ball obstructing, hair on the table citing, J Crew wearing, Gatorade swilling, jean jacket bedazzling, Parkour watching, hair braiding, Bastards’ Cup wannabe’s, go have yourself a good cry in the corner and save your lip for Wednesday night Bingo at the senior citizens’ center. You wanna run with the big boys, then put up or shut up. Shut up. We’re done here.

“The Blur”