In The Heat of the Night

It was a hot, steamy night. Sahara hot. Habañero hot. HoTT. The multitude of candles on Fred's birthday cake only added to the heat. Even the rain couldn't cool off the city streets, and nothing could cool off The Ship. Riding a streak of four weeks without a loss, The Ship came into the match simmering and ready to boil. (Click to continue...)