One Last Drink for the Houston Bulls

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Gregg Stallion was not sure what the transition to living in North America was going to be like for him. All he knew was his small farm in Belgium and the surrounding area but upon entering the VHLM he received an offer from the Houston Bulls and made the decision to pursue his dream and move to the city of Houston.

 

Needless to say but Stallion quickly integrated himself into the Houston lifestyle, particularly the bar scene. Within a month every bar owner knew who Stallion was and soon he began to go drinking with his team after every single game, win or lose. “It really brought us together as a tight…um….family, that’s the word.” A clearly wasted Stallion told reporters as the Bulls players went to the bar one last time.

 

“This was the place we got to know each other and bond, we had massive bar fights, karaoke nights even busted a mascot slave ring” Gm Sonnet said with a tear clearly running down her face as the reality of the matter sunk in for the team, this was it for them. Soon each player would go their separate ways into the drafts and end up in new cities.

 

It was a quiet as each player drank the last drink they would ever have in Houston, sobbing and hugging each and saying goodbye. “They became a family in here.” Bar owner uncle Mo said sadly realizing he was losing the majority of his business with the bulls leaving.

 

At the end of the night the players hugged and then quietly got into there waiting ubers and each drove off single file into the sunset in a procession lead by a Scottish highland band and escorted by every police officer in the city. The entire city was shut down as the players drove through the streets with fans saying goodbye and weeping as the player drove past and then out of view of the city of Houston.

 

“That team will never know what they meant to us, we will always miss them” Houston Mayor Sylvester Turner said after giving each player the key to the city and taking a moment of silence in honour of the team as they entered the airport and left the city of Houston, but not  the hearts of those in the city.

 

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Edited May 11, 2020 by SweatyBeaver

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