A/N: Sorry for the long delay. I couldn't think of another adventure for the gang. And then I remembered: Spring term means intramural sports! Any group of people can come up with a team for different sports like hockey, volleyball, softball, soccer, etc. and play against other amateurs. A lot of times Greek houses or clubs or dorms will have teams. Or a bunch of friends might get together . . .
Robin sidled up to the rest of the group, lounging at their usual table in the student center.
"I've got good news and bad news," he said.
"Bad news first!" Much replied before anyone else. "Always start with the bad news."
"All right. Well, it looks like Vasey didn't appreciate our little public service announcement—he's gotten the Student Activities Office to ban the posting of all flyers and bulletins."
John shrugged. "So people will have to get creative in advertising events, that's no big deal," he said.
"Yeah, I mean, at least we know we got to him," Will added.
Robin nodded.
There was a pause.
Marian said tentatively, "So. . .then what's the good news?"
A huge smile spread across Robin's face.
"I've just signed us up for intramural soccer!"
"Uh, what?" Djaq responded on behalf of everyone.
"We're gonna be a team!"
Allan looked around at the gang.
"I'm not bein' funny, but there's only seven of us."
Robin replied quickly, "That's all we need. Three forwards, three defensemen, one goalie. It's not on a regulation-sized field anyways."
"Is this some kind of team-building exercise?" Much asked incredulously.
"No. . ." Robin answered. "It's a reputation-building exercise."
Will finally figured it out.
"Wait a minute, is your fraternity gonna have a team?" he asked.
Robin grinned.
Marian groaned. She remembered how competitive Robin got with sports.
"You realize we're not all athletically gifted," she said to him, tilting her head in Much's direction.
Much noticed.
"Hey! I bet some of us are better than you think!" he said.
"I know, but we can practice," Robin replied.
"Besides," he continued. "It's all about just getting out there and giving Guy and Vasey and all those losers a run for their money."
The gang thought it over.
"When's the first game?" Djaq asked.
"Tonight at six," Robin said matter-of-factly.
They all glared at him.
"Oh come on! I'm ready to put up a fight," he boasted.
Everyone starting quibbling.
"I think my gym shorts are in my laundry bag," Much whined.
"I don't even have cleats," Djaq said.
"I haven't played soccer since the sixth grade," Marian added.
"We're definitely gonna lose," Allan affirmed.
"I get to play goalie," John said.
They looked up at him.
Robin clapped him on the back.
"That's the spirit!"
"I'm pretty good on defense," Will offered.
"Yes! We are so going to rock this, gang. Let's go!"
