I just wrote a stupid story for my fantasy team's website has a "Hall or Nothing" story competition

The prompt was "Name a time when you've gone Hall or Nothing". Basically meaning hall of fame. Yes I really submitted this.

The time I went Hall or Nothing... Well.. It was an ordinary day, cloudy, like they always seemed to be around here. Chance of rain? Perhaps. The loud roar that came from Rorry's lawnmower sounded frantic, he must have though it was going to storm. But that wasn't what mattered right now. What mattered was in front of me. The game.

It had been years since my team had been this far. This was it. It was our time. It was our time to finally get what was ours. And as the time wound down, I could feel my palms become sweaty. My voice, already horse, was trying it's best. I hadn't cheered this long in forever.

The seconds we're ticking away and we were down. We were down, and while it looked bad, we were certainly not out. It was our time. I had to keep reminding myself. Hell, even I was starting to doubt it. And then, it happened. Something I never thought I'd see.

My TV was actually a 500 foot tall creature from the paleozoic era. That damned Loch Ness Monster had gotten me again. I yelled "I Ain't givin' you no tree fiddy!" and ran down the Hall.