One Upon A Time in The Land Called Saskatchewan

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Once upon a time in a far off land called Saskatchewan there were a group of men who called them selves the RoughRiders.  They were dearly loved throughout their land and even beyond.  These men called RoughRiders played a game called football.  Not the same as the other game called football where you kick the ball with your foot.  Well you do kick the ball with your foot in this game too.
Oh never mind it's too difficult to explain.
This group of men called the RoughRiders would play football against men from other lands and many people would fill the stadium to watch.
The men would then try to run a ball, called a football, across a line that the other team had made and on and on it would go.  Another group of men called the referees, a very inept group, would let the two teams hit each other for a little while and then they would blow their whistles for it to stop and on and on it go.
This group of men called the RoughRiders were led by a man named Darian Durant.  He had led them to the crown the year before and the expectations were that he would do it again.  Then disaster struck.
Playing the game against an evil group called the Blue Bombers, from the land called Winnipeg this great leader was injured.  The men called referees failed to blow their whistles as they are supposed to do and the leader Darian had his arm mangled by an evil Argonaut.

His season was finished.  And along with his season the hopes and dreams of the men called RoughRiders from the land called Saskatchewan seemed to come to an end.   To be sure the leader called Darian had a couple of men, called Tino and Seth, who supposedly could replace him but they were horrible and it seemed the dream was over.

The men called RoughRiders had a leader named King Brendan who's job it was to assemble the team each year and try to win.  So King Brendan went to work.  First he tried to get a man named Henry from the group of men called the RedBlacks from the land called Ottawa.  The followers of the men called RoughRiders were outraged.  The man named Henry was a former RoughRider who had committed ultimate treason by leaving to go to the men called Stampeders from the land called Calgary many years before.  The fans were unanimous.  No-one wanted the man named Henry back and it seemed that Henry didn't want to come back either.

So the men called the RoughRiders continue to flounder and lose and lose again and again.  It looked like their hopes, their dreams of winning again were gone for another year.
But then with trumpets heralding there came a great announcement.  King Brendan had been scouring the land called United States day and night trying to find a leader.  And more importantly he had found one.  A man called Kerry Joseph who had been a former RoughRider and just last year had retired from the men called Eskimos from the land called Edmonton.  Sure this man called Kerry was aged.  He had seen better days.  His bones were old, his eyes were tired but he was the last hope.  He was in fact the only hope the men called RoughRiders had.  This tired old warrior, Kerry, would come out of retirement and lead the men called RoughRiders.

The man called Kerry arrived in the land of Saskatchewan with the entire weight of the land upon his shoulders.  Could he do it ?  He had led the men called RoughRiders to the crown in the year 2007, one of only three crowns the men called RoughRiders had won in a hundred years or so.
And then the impossible happened.  The dreams came true.  The miracle began.  The tired 41year old man called Kerry led the men called the RoughRiders to win over the men called the Alouettes from the land called Montreal.
In fact the men called the RoughRiders never lost again that season breezing through the playoffs and winning the crown for the second year in a row and only the fourth time in their history.
The land was astonished.  The impossible had been done.  The miracle was finished and in true story book fashion everyone lived happily ever after.
And this is a true story folks not a fairy tale.

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