Excitement, thy name is lacrosse. Yay, merrily my kin and I joined for an nighttime expedition to American Legion Stadium, whereby we were met with a sight. Stacks of supporters, leagues long, trading a lowly amount of coin for a worthy amount of enjoyment. The will call tent is where I collected my permission to enter this gladiators den, this field of battle between dogs and birds. The spectacle, began promptly. Two warriors clapped their armor together as mighty waves do, all for a brief grasp of an orange orb which floated as the sun across a waining Summer's sky.
The bout ended with a feather in the cap of these hunting hounds, and as spectators, we were all the better for it. I will sing the praises of this band of gentlemen far and wide, for it is a crime that only I should experience the excitement of a Charlotte Hounds match.