#watchbros fall to Exeter

Though the light of the days lasts longer with each passing week, there is still night. On Saturday, the #watchbros fought in the darkness against a vast and skilled cohort from the distant foothills of Mount Exeter. Throughout or history, we of the night watch have written our legends like we brew our thick black coffee (a drink, I should mention, often confused for the silty mud off the floor of a trout pond): over time and with much simmering. But against the foes of Mount Exeter, the #watchbros witnessed the makings of not a few legends. The grizzled veteran, Lord Dylan of Dylan, Dylan and Dylan, stepped out of the shadows to return as net minder. By the second epoch, he'd shaken the age from his weary bones and found his place as a leader amongst men. Newly knighted Josephson of the Realm, the calm eye of the storm, found neglected ball after neglected ball and often held his regimen in perfect position as the armies of the Mount marched forward. Nordic demi-lieutenant Benforth Astlantis, a man offering skill with the cross and wit with the tongue, found opportunity to stride across the field of battle, connecting the back lines to the front. And as the dawn gains and beats back the darkness, it is written that a youth previously known as junior pseudo-night and bearer of water bottles and carrier of med kit and holder of umbrella when the weather is bad, Young Commonman Ceaumoueaux is henceforth to be known as What Goes Bump in the Night for the earth shaking hit he spent on a soldier of the Mount. From this day forth, let it be known: we carry water for him.