Somebody has to run this league. Nobody has to thank them.
The chasing of dues. The vetoing of trades. The state of the league address nobody reads. This crest says what the group chat never will. Heritage athletic-department lockup in gold on heavyweight black fleece, letters cut clean through to the garment like it has hung in a field house since before your league existed.
For the person who does the job, or from the league that finally noticed
