But then again, I don’t really care what’s going on. All I know is I love it. I could go to this match and sit in the stands all day and enjoy the hell out of it. I’d never catch on to the rules of the scoring, or develop an affinity for one team over another. I’d be like a girl at a football game.

I do love it so. That’s all I know. They’re beating on each other with sticks, smiting each other with Nerf maces, and yelling at each other in some weird language. They’re into it, and so am I. They’re keeping score. I can’t imagine anyone’s getting paid, so it’s the best kind of sport. Their trophy is probably a plastic goblet with the name of the sport misspelled on it. I don’t care. I love watching… watching…

Hmm. This thing needs a proper name. I vote for Clubabasticksmash, or Bonkadelia, Smitefest, or Rushamadoinkspat.  Whichever one works for you is good by me. The fight song needs work, though: Boom. boom. boom. boom…

(Many thanks to the formidable Charles Schneider for sending that one along)