Splish-splash, you should have taken a bath.

"Huddle up, team. Huddle up. Bring it in real tight. Alright ladies, we're 2 and 2 in the series. This one's for all the marbles. I gotta say, I never thought we'd make it this far, but I couldn't be prouder of what we've accomplished this year. When I look upon the faces of all these young women who have worked so hard, endured two-a-day practices, and played through rain, sleet and snow, all I can say is ... SWEET MOTHER OF JOE! What IS that SMELL?"

It's Matthews, Coach. She hasn't changed her socks all season. She thinks it's good luck.

"Dear lawd, Matthews. You're gonna gas your own teammates! What's with the boots?"

She's been wearing those Hunter rain boots so the socks don't get wet.

"So you're telling me, that you haven't taken those socks off AT ALL, in the past 3 months?"

That's right, Coach. She even sleeps and showers in them.

"Matthews, I gotta say, that is the most disgusting and misguided display of dedication I've ever seen ... and you are truly an inspiration to us all."

She says thanks, Coach.

"Why doesn't she speak for herself?"

She can't. She's holding her breath so she doesn't pass out from the stank.

"Fair enough. Alright ladies, let's get out there and make this happen! Matthews, just aim the stench at the other guys if you can."

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