By Natasha

• Celebrating a pioneering force in
  
• Sunday, co-ed, rec-league floor hockey
  
• Brought to you by retirement
  
• It hurts less than playing, and yet
  
• It hurts more.
  

Once you're in, you never really leave
It started as a bunch of beer-soaked hockey enthusiasts playing for fun every Sunday, but it grew into so much more. Moe's Tavern lasted at least 6 years and amassed at least 4 items of championship clothing. I'm a little sketchy on the details as I joined the team late and have trouble remembering anything beyond the past two weeks.

This site contains more than just the story of Moe's Tavern. It contains the innermost thoughts, fears and contusions of floor hockey's toughest crew of misfits. Read about the people behind the championships using the following links:

Past Moe's
The definitive archive of the Moe's Tavern Shopper, our weekly game recap. If you can't find your favorite issue here, someone forgot to upload it.

Moe's Hall of Fame
A full accounting of of everyone who's ever donned the vaguely-dark-blue-or-possibly-gray sweater of a Moe. Bios included where available.

Moetry
Experience the softer side of Moe's Tavern with this offering from our first -- and so far the only -- post-season haiku slam.