The world according to Riff.

Once upon a time there was three brothers, Billy, Barty, and Barry, and their cousin Ralph.  They lived in Georgia, near a small unnamed lake, fed from the dark stream in the hills.  Near the lake was a large lighted clearing where they played soccer at night frequently, after school and chores. One day they decided they needed some more players, so they could challenge their arch rivals , The Libs. One day when they were practicing a kid showed up, "Can I play?". Sure Barty said. "Are you Jimmy's brother?".  He replied "No I'm Fred,   Elmers Brother".  So Fred joined the group. They needed a few more players to get a full team. "Hey I have an idea!" Said Fred "I know two guys that hang out near Obama Central in the mall, they would love to give those stinking Libs A small dose of reality!" And off they went.  Shortly after they got there they ran into one of their buddies from school. Ernie, from overseas. Ernie still talked a little different, but was very easy to understand. " Hey Ernie!. You want to go kick the Libs butt in soccer?".  He replied "Those losers? HA Ernie Els scoffs at losers like the libs, I'm in!" They had enough people now to challenge the libs!,  and off they went! The game started later that evening. The word had gotten out, the Libs were being challenged, and everybody showed up. They even had announcers and cheer squads and sponsors. Even a Beer tent where an old barkeep had set up shop and was teaching his Son...... of Drunken Wisdom, and the ins and out of brewing beer and running a bar, and the involved Working Woes of the service industry. Even the Aza spade's and garden tools and shovels company had a booth.    The game was getting good the score was tied 3 to 3, the announcer, was reading the stats of the Libs, and their history..."And the reining area champs the Libs are putting up a good defense, but the newcomers are fighting mad, the Libs are the most hated soccer team in our little corner of the world,  according to Riff, who has kept the local stats for years.  But since it's a school night, we will have to cut the game short at 9pm....The winner of this game will move on to the district finals and the winners will be Burning Atlanta up at the next game when they face the state champs!"......The game continued, down to the last minute and a half Libs 4 newcomers 3, Ernie has the ball and was flying up the feild like he was fired from a driver, swung by Happy Gilmore...He kicks....it's flying to the net!...... its........(the lights go black)........The crowd screams out in anger...."What happened?"....The anouncer comes back on "sorry folks it is 9pm on the dot, it's a school night, so a Soccer mom unplugged the lights.......but the ball made it it's a tie."...................The preceeding poorly written story is a fictional work, any resemblence to bloggers real or imagined is purely cooooooincedental, and the product of a bored blogger with lots of caffeine, and a slow night in the ER.....Besides do you know how hard it is to tie all those damn titles into one story.....lol......riff  .