Almost the Kenback of the century
In our first match against non harambee opponents, we were PUMPED to show how hard we tried during practice. All our lives we've been so polite, it was time to strike back. As we stepped on the field, our more experienced opponents saw the man behind the tan, and immediatly knew where our skills would lack.
We tried our absolute bestest in the first set, but we just couldn't feel the KENergy. In the second set, we just couldn't find our synergy. Disheartened, we were ready to accept defeat. Suddenly, in our darkest moment, our shining savior appeared, in the form of pitless red grapes, rejuvinating us, reminding us we were better than apes. WE knew how hard we tried. As we entered the third set with a skip in our step and barbie in our hearts, every point was close, and after a series of gutwrenching rallies we managed to bring the third set home with a 28-26 score. In the fourth set, the game became LIT, as we scored point after point with hits that were just dope.
As we entered the last set, we saw our opponents sweating, and we knew we had a chance. We were young KENs, still in our prime, and we were so psyched to win our second match of the season. Saddly, it was not meant to be, as despite playing our best our opponents were not noobs, and thus we lost our final set. Despite this, we celebrated our comeback with delicious lemon and strawberry cake in the cantine, and are excited for our next match.