06/07/2026
Yesterday, we didn’t just lose a local pollinator. We lost a teammate. 🕊️🐝
Rest in Peace, Barnaby the Bee (June 2026 – June 2026).
He lived his short life exactly how he wanted: constantly buzzing, aggressively invading everyone’s personal space, and always hunting for the sweet spot. He spent his final hours running solo wind sprints along the net on Court 2, showing a work ethic that honestly put our top squad to shame.
But as dusk settled over the courts, tragedy struck. Barnaby, encountered his moment of weakness, glimpsing a glow of the courtside fire pit. His primitive, tiny brain took over. He forgot the defense. He forgot the drill. He turned toward the flame and took a final, irreversible dive straight into the light.
And honestly, we just have one question for the universe:
WHY?! Why must every beautiful, buzzy soul be cursed with the irresistible urge to touch the forbidden glow?! What cruel evolutionary joke dictates that the brighter the light, the faster you must fly into it?! WHY, NATURE, WHY?! 🤪😩😭
Ahem. Anyway.
What happened next can only be described as a spiritual awakening for the squad. Seeing his tiny, slightly singed body face down in the deep sand brought this team together in a way no coaching speech ever could.
The petty drama? Vanished.
The bickering over who was supposed to take line or angle? Silenced.
The complaints about the 100-degree sand?
Forgotten.
We looked into each other’s eyes and realized life is short. If a 0.1-gram insect can commit that hard to chasing the light, we have no excuses when it comes to chasing down a short cut.
We held a brief, highly emotional ceremony and buried him in a makeshift tomb behind the referee stand (a recycled Gatorade cap). We played the rest of the tournament in his honor. Communication was flawless. Energy was elite. Our defensive transition has literally never been better.
Fly high, Barnaby. May the thermal drafts in the sky always keep you warm… but not too warm. 🏐👑🔥
Swipe left to see the memorial service.
