Championship Trophy Inspection (Beta)

I marched out past the gravel border onto the garden path to survey proper hardware! Right beside the red brick edging lay a discarded brass garden hose nozzle, lying flat in the mulch like a neglected award! A serious tournament demands an official first-place cup, not scrap metal taking a nap! I planted both heels firmly into the damp dirt, gripped the heavy knurled metal collar with both hands, and hauled it upward with all my strength. It wobbled, clunked, and locked into a proud vertical stance right atop a flat brick. Now that is a regulation championship trophy!