The Roscoe Alexander Trophy

The origins of the Roscoe Alexander Trophy are shrouded in mystery. Supposedly the city of Omaha decided in 1931 to put a call for all the most beautiful of pigeons in North America. What resulted was perhaps the greatest upset in the storied history of bird showing. From the Ebay description which I'm sure is 100% accurate:

"The favorite in '31 was a stout bird from Lincoln, going by the name of Charles Weatherford. His wings were graceful, beak sharp, and plume full. No one in attendance expected a young upstart from Siox City to make a splash, but splash he did. His wings cocked back, Roscoe Alexander strutted and crowed like none before him, shaming the beautiful Weatherford and capturing the hearts and minds of the people of Omaha."

Ok, so that's all BS, but the fact is that this award was given to the prettiest pigeon in Omaha, which is pretty screwed up and now we have a trophy in which the winning team will be able to drink beer out of.

Why do we need a trophy? If it isn't evident, I'll let competitor Tina's email point out the obvious.

"I WANT TO WIN!!! (AKA) KICK ANDY'S LITTLE GIRL ASS!!!!!! THE LAST TROPHY THAT I WON WAS 3PLACE ON PARKRIDGE BASEBALL TEAM (PAINE WAS ON MY TEAM THAT YEAR) WE WON A TROPHY BUT SADLY WE COULD NOT DRINK OUT OF IT ( AND I WAS ONLY buzz teen)"

Tina always speaks from the heart and refuses to ever utter five or seven.