Big Showdown Game: The (10) Fools Knock off (7) Led Zeppelin. Fools to play(2) Ravonettes in Round Two

LaLonde Loses Lucrative Lucky List, Looking Lost.




Frank LaLonde, coach of The Fools, was dumb-struck following the results of the opening round in Music Star Wars 2010. Though his team somehow advanced, despite his on-court antics, he seemed to be in a daze. This may have been due to the mandatory team meal, which included raw bhut jolokia, and might also explain the watery eyes.



Holding aloft a glass of milk, and referring to it as "Lindsay's lactating laxative", LaLonde coughed and sputtered through his post-game press-conference. "We'...**hack, cough**...e made it to the next rou...**choke**...nd, and with the earnings from my...well...**ahem**...'friendly' wager, this has al...**sputter...**...ready been a profitable experience. Off-the record...**WOW...more bhut jolokia for my wasabi...**...a person would have to be a Fool to bet on my team against...**chk.hhkkkk...hhhaaaackkk**...The Ravonettes. Well, as I've always said: 'A Fool, am I! I'll show YOU a Fool!'..." LaLonde then proceeded to urinate in a near-by cup, unfortunately forgetting to unzip his fly, and also unfortunately forgetting the onlooking reporters.



The Press then plied LaLonde with questions, as follows:



"Why did you throw that jar of horseradish at the referee?"

--"Why do you THINK I did? You think I did...**cough...MORE BHUT!**...that without a good reason?"

"Well, yes, it DID seem like an odd thing to do"

--"Well, let me tell ya...sometimes you chase the dragon, and sometimes the dragon chases you. It's like playing Donkey-Kong, with barrels just coming at you...**Chokkkeee...ah...the Amontillado!**...You're scared, and you wish you were home, and with your girl. Well, you AIN'T...and you AIN'T gonna be unless you pelt them bastards with everything you've got!"

"Uh...but that still doesn't explain the horseradish..."

--"No, I don't suppose it does...Next question...?"

"Do you think it was fair for your players to rub bhut jolokia peppers in the eyes of Robert Plant?"

--"Yes, absolutely...It's like in the Navy: The Great Prince issues commands, founds feasts...inferior people should not be employed. Next question...?"



At that moment, LaLonde suddenly went pale, and started chanting: "O friend and companion of night, thou who rejoicest in the baying of dogs and spilt blood, who wanderest in the midst of shades, among the tombs, who longest for blood and bringest terror to mortals, Gorgo, Mormo, thousand-faced moon, look favourably on our sacrifices!" Then, LaLonde thrust a steak knife into a near-by egg McMuffin. He then pulled out his cell-phone, and apparently sent a quick text message. Co-incidentally, shortly after that, a security Storm-trooper came into the area and said they'd received notice of a bomb-threat having been sent to the Death Star, and everyone had to evacuate...