On the straight and narrow

They were straight. Well, straight-ish. 
The freshly painted new lines. 
And narrow. Unlike the final score. Park Celtic got trashed 6-2 
I think that I am bringing them bad luck.

On the way to Rahtcoole, I taught Finn a few songs that would definitely help to instill a sense of mutual respectful sportsmanship to the proceedings. 

Sing after me, Finnzy-Bob:
Rath-coo-oole, you foo-ool!
Rath-coo-ool, you droo-ool!
Rath-coo-ool, you stinky stoo-ool! 

Altogether now!