My baseball team is the Stepdads. I think that's a pretty good name. You hate us cuz we beat you, would be the moniker.
However, if I had my druthers, and I think I someday will, I would name the team Tiny Dancers. How annoying would it be for the other team to walk dejectedly through the door after suffering defeat in our hands, only to have this exchange with their girlfriend:
"How did the game go honey?"
"Crappy."
"Oh, I'm sorry. Who did you lose to?"
"Umm. The Tiny Dancers."
"Turn around and leave."
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