I initially thought this post was actually about pirates, and I'm disappointed to find out it is about some organized sporting venture. I despise athletes and athletics.
However, I have often dressed up as a pirate, and was once is a swordfight. I tried to end our little duel. I called out pacifying words; I entreated; I finally surrendered. Still Clyde came, my pirate costume so great a success that it had apparently convinced him that we were back in the golden days.