Cheers to our team. They march towards the trophy. Our hamlet swelling with pride encouraging, supporting, and rooting for these young men. As they battle with such might on a frost covered field. Not for victory alone- But rare honor, glory, pride, and love for their little home town. The wins continue to pile up like leaves from a fresh raked lawn. The autumn nights becoming cooler, the days shorter. Yet as leaves, so do tears fall. For all seasons must come to an end. Thank God another will follow Ready for next season