G couldn't form a team for a week. He was calling and texting everybody but no replies. In the final desperate hours there were only 4, but he needed 1 more member to make up for the 5 required. Finally at 11th hour, the team was formed as The Beer Brats.
These seemingly benchwarmers simply walked-in into the fighting ring of 20 teams of barhandlers, booze heavyweights, college frat boys and other close encounters of the the pub drinking kind. Brawns, bellies, tattoos, piercings were hardly enough to rattle them. At the end of the day, with hardly any practice, preparation or ceremony, they snagged 3rd place in the EP's (Hoops) 2008 Pub Olympics last Sunday on Beale Street. Nobody knew who they were or where they came from. Talk about the underdog. Let 'em drink more beer !!
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