Nathan Free, Natalie Bound

I slept the righteous sleep of the victorious sportswoman. We had not only won on points and scores, but we had also won the most important victory: morale. We had gone home in cheers and song, they had slunk away with grass-stains and healed injuries. As it turns out, even if you can't translate the lyrics to fit the meter, stomp-stomp-clap is still wonderfully triumphant. We were not poor sports, we did not gloat or rub their noses in their loss, but we had that electric charge of Winning running through us all!