(sang in the tone of the Xnior's Da Bomb Theme)

We are the Champs! (clap, clap) We are the Champs! (clap, clap)We are the Champs, we are the Champs, we are the Champs! (clap, clap!)

Now am I a genius or am I a genius? It's really cool! We've become the champions and it's not even on our senior year!! Yupee!

Although, we're champion in the over-all, we're not in the softball event. Some people cried because of our loss, and its all because of that damn screen! Freakin steal bases because of that frickin screen. I've only begun to appreciate its existence each time a runner goes past me. Darn. Don't worry Clacla, makakabawi tayo next year!

But even so, there were also some funny moments during the game. When I tried to steal base and the catcher (Dang that catcher. She's good.)had her eye on me, I tried to go back to third base. Then the shortstop was blocking me so I, Hana Ras, with all my glory and firey strength, extended my arms and pushed her in the breasts to get out of my way. Yes, me, a fellow woman, deflowering a co-gender's pinnacle of pride. Not being a lezy but, they were kind of... voluptuous. Seriously! It was hard to push her because she had so much cushion! Are you laughing now? Good. It's something to liven up our loss.

By the way, Rachy had finally touched Home! Because of the 9-man rule, she never reached the Home base in past games. But because a great hit by one of the twins, she managed a home run! You go, girl!

Well, all's well that ends well. At least we won! Even though the grievances of loss are in our hearts, we must remmember that all our hardship, all our failures, all our swearings and curses thrown, all our prayers, our hopes, our everything, all was an important part of the little thing we call OVER_ALL CHAMPION.