There are 67 days to our Team District. The fella's were bouncing off of the walls today, Boss. Great day for battle. Two new old Heavies Wrestled off for the Dual meet tomorrow. Wrestle offs are without a doubt as tipfieing as the actual matches in a young season. Terror aboard flight 285 to Tittabiwasii, yeah something like that. Snow is falling in amounts to bring a probable delay to tomorrows festivities. The largest detriment to this young season has been a lack of grade point average for eleven of our rocks. In to each life a little rain must fall but this is obsurd. The cohesiveness of the remainders is beginning to gel. We have escaped the jaws of defeat by one point against a league/regional opponent, and drove carefully by another team regional opponent by four points. The individual tournament last weekend was won by a point and a half. Somehow we continually prove how awesome a little hard work and belief will provide. Winning is contagious. The train has moved out of the station, our engine is gathering steam, and the road to Battle Creek has snow on it. Out!
