This Guy.

Definitely got a personal foul during the intramural playoffs. It was in the first of our three games today, against the team we beat last week. The team is actually made up of a bunch of great people, with the exception of one guy who has some major anger issues. Let's be honest...he's got Little Man Syndrome. Anyway, he played cheap and mouthed us all during last week's game and was on track to repeat history with today's game. Until Ben finally had enough, that is. That moment happened to occur right after Napoleon tried to karate chop the ball out of my hands when I caught a pass for a two point conversion. I didn't notice because he simultaneously stepped on my foot with his cleat and knocked me down. By the time I got back up and dusted myself off, Ben was in his face and saying some fightin' words. My Ben. The guy who can't even yell because he's so soft spoken and who still feels guilty for shooting squirrels with his pellet gun when he was twelve. Who knew he had it in him?! I literally had to pull him away before arms started swinging.

The good news is that we beat them. The bad news is that we lost in the championship game. There's always next year, I guess. GO BARRY'S MANILOW!