Twas the Night of Altador Cup
Twas the night of Altador Cup, when all through the tag,
No one was blogging, and not because of the lag.
The internet was wired and the scores were here,
In hopes that yooyuball wouldn’t crash this year.
The taggers were stuck to their computer all night,
While mundane responsibilities took their flight.
Scoreboards were drawn and fights were picked,
When I’d just settled to, once again, have my ass kicked.