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A pilgrimage derailed by northern sorcery and a most discourteous collision upon the gridiron.
The great host of USC made their solemn pilgrimage westward from the northern timberlands, bearing the heavy burdens of a bitter defeat against Oregon last Saturday. Veray, it was a contest marked less by noble jousting and more by sudden calamity, culminating when a Trojan defender unfortunately fractured the physical vessel of the foe's golden-armed chieftain. The referees blew their whistles with the dreary finality of a parish bell tolling for the plague.
Such misfortune breeds much lamentation among the fellowship. Modern football, with its perplexing sorcery of airborne projectiles and invisible replay wizards, offers scant solace to a knight seeking simple glory. The Trojans displayed flashes of parfit bravery in the opening quarter, yet succumbed to the seven deadly sins of careless blocking and sluggish footwork as the afternoon waned inside the stadium.
Indeed, the clash left the athletic order trembling upon its very foundations. To collide so violently with an opposing prince of the gridiron violates every canon of courtly courtesy, even if the laws of motion recognized no other outcome. We must now look to the depth chart as one might consult an ancient astrologer, praying for a swift mending of bones and a return to true felaweshipe before the next Saturday kickoff.
Now heeth it to you, gentil heer of the Trojan administration: mend your armor, purge avarice from your play-calling, and seek absolution in the film room, lest this season become a cautionary tale whispered only by beggars.