The Brady Bunch and the Cougar Club

Here's the story, of Cougar teammates

Who were fielding ten very athletic guys

All of them had shirts of green, like their captain,

They came in every size.

Here's the story, of a team named Tappers,

Who were busy with ten boys of their own,

They were ten men, playing all together,

On the field they were at home.

Till the one day when the Cougars met the Tappers

And they knew it was much more than a game,

That this group would somehow form a matchup.

That's the way we all became a rivalry.

A Rivalry.

A Rivalry.

That's the way we all became a rivalry.

The Tappers stole our playbook last night and then bruised our nose by swinging their tiki bats to a 14-6 victory.   We should have taken Mrs. Brady's advice and not played ball in their house.

As I woke this morning, the loss was consuming me and I knew it was time to change my outlook.  A little Brady Bunch wisdom was needed.

So I went for a walk outside because the summer sun knows me by name.

While on my walk, I realized that there's no sense in walking around with my feet stuck to the ground.  It would be much better to put myself together and create a lot of love and good vibes for humanity.  I had plenty of blues and now I needed to buy some cheer and listen to some good time music.

There is no need for the Cougars to go on a game show to win a contest and get a silver platter.  We have one championship and we plan to earn our second golden challis on the field.  We will then keep on moving, singing and dancing all thru the night.