Time to Name My Trophy

After spending the morning watching episodes of The League instead of working, I have decided our trophy, to be created before next season, needs a name. Time to start brainstorming boys.

How about the Clounch Crown and when we refer to it we say Clounch in a guttural grunt. We can give her cigarettes and giant bottle of McCormacks as offerings prior to the playoffs.

Maybe just the Yetti. We can roar and gargle. We can get close and rub noses with it. Take it home late after a game and then wake up crying.

Or someone we all thought was gorgeous.

The Leach. The Tuna Trophy. The Gates Memorial. Let's hear your ideas. Post suggestions in the comments area and we will take the top four and put it in a poll to decide. Get that brain working and impress me with your sardonic wit. You degenerates.