The Swashbuckling Racers versus the Scurvy Dogs of Cary

Ahoy!

I am commanderin' dis space today t' give me take on the epic battle on Saturday at the Colosseum o’ the Eye. Me name be Cap'n Albatross Blades, but ye can call me the Lavender Scourge. I will be givin' me opinion on the state o' affairs in Kentucky afore headin' back out the sea.

First, let me give ye me unvarnished opinion on the bilgewater burg o' Cary. Thar has ne'er been a town more full o' worthless landlubbers than Cary. I spent a month thar one week. It made me wants t' walk the plank straight into the sea 'n become shark bait. The “research triangle” be full o' egg heads dat wouldna know a mizzen from a killick. I'd run 'em straight through wit' me cutlass as soon as look at 'em.

While me buckos enjoy the devil's rum, I am fond o' the fermented corn produced in the bluegrass state. Louisville has a place in dis ole sea dog’s heart. The ladies in lavender do thar city proud. On t’ the match!

The Racers will needs t' be like a cur aft a peg leg in dis here match. The Cary Curs 'ave hornswaggled poor Louisville in every match thus far. Dat must end now! T' pillage all o' the booty the crew will needs t' let Sav DeMelo off the leash 'n send her straight down the middle o' the pitch. The lily-livered curs will likely keep the ball, but the Racers must nah let 'em get t' comfortable. The Racers will needs t' be ready t' batten down the hatches 'n catch 'em by surprise. Louisville will use their seadogs t' weigh anchor 'n hoist the mizzen! The Lavender Legion should sing thar sea shanties loudly 'n proudly.

'Tis time t' head back out t' sea. Thar be treasure t' be found 'n doubloons t' be spent! I will be watchin' from me crow's nest 'n givin' the cat o nine tails t' any scallywag cheerin' fer the dread Courage.

GO RACING!