As a Montana lawyer and dedicated Moose Drool consumer, I have claimed Moose Drool as the name for my team in the Mainliners league, a gaggle of fantasy baseball wackjobs based on the Main Line outside Philadelphia, where I live.
One of my rivals denigrated my monicker in a message board posting yesterday, claiming that no Drool would ever be invited to a swank Main Line party. In response, I advised that my team name is actually the essential ingredient in a marvelous brew. Like a hive of honeybees in the Tuileries, I continued, avid brewery workers fan out each night in the mountainous forests of western Montana, suspending great oaken buckets beneath the lips of somnolent bullwinkles.
And I volunteered to cater next spring's Mainliners player auction with a case or two of this wondrous nectar. Despite their lack of refinement, the brethren have at least exhibited the good sense to favor this offer.
