Don't even try

to mess with Boccismo!. You will lose. Last night's double header proved victorious for B!, but it did not go down without a fight.



It was the first time we played Operation: Complete Assholes (team name changed for obvious reasons). Things started off on the wrong foot, when said team didn't even acknowledge us with a handshake or an introduction. B! won the first game, and upon starting the second game, OCA's head asshole turned to our captain and said, "Do you think you could calm the fuck down, man?" Puzzled looks. More puzzled looks. Laughter- as we thought he was joking around. "No, I'm serious. You guys are completely throwing off our game by being loud and moving around. Chill the fuck out." Confused as ever, we tell this dude that clearly, HE is the one who needs to chill out because A) we are in a bar where it is loud, B) it's JUST a game, and C) there is no need to be a jerk. He didn't see it that way. For the remainder of the game (which, I might add, Boccismo! won EASILY), this dude huffed and puffed and called us all out for having a good time. Talk about a sore loser.

At the end of the game, he and his shitbag teammates continued to razzle us, claiming that we threw the game and caused them to lose. He got up in my Boccismates' faces, and things almost got physical. The sheer stupidity of this dude and his cronies was unreal. Clearly, they couldn't handle the awesomeness that is Boccismo!. Victory has NEVER been sweeter.