|For the faculty, it was nothing but net.|
Nonetheless, the faculty squad made the most of their twenty-five minutes of fame. Of the five who managed to show up for the faculty, three were from EFLJ, which is something like fifty-five percent of the team. Bob "Only Faculty Member in Shape" Bergland, Bob "Hey, guys, I'm open!" Nulph, and Mike "Why Do I Keep Letting Bergland Talk Me Into This" Cadden represented EFLJ well. Well enough to notch a 28-25 victory.
The patented let-the-young-kids-try-crazy-crowd-pleasing-shots-and-miss-while-we-shoot-lay-ups-and-hold-the-ball-so-we-don't-all-die-of-a-stroke strategy proved the right call once again. After the game, Nulph summed up the feeling of the faculty when he wheezed, "Sweet Fancy *^&% I'm tired."
Tired, yes . . . but also champions. The trophy dedicated to this annual game is believed to be serving as a door-stop in the TKE house.