“The Beerhall Blitzers have been known as the strange norse team that fails to dominate the blocking game despite their skill, but who also avoid injuries despite their lack of armor.

In the match against GarbagePail Girlies they shed their traditions and decided to keep failing their blocking game (at least when it comes to casualties) but to start getting smacked around like little sissy girls as well.

This match was just silly, and a perfect example of how all the people who claim that the luck meter is a fair indicator of luck are utterly retarded and should be locked away in dark, damp rooms...suggestingly accompanied by torturers.

Colder is fortunately not part of that crowd and honorably admitted his luck, which enabled me to cut down a bit on my crybaby whining and just whine like a general frustrated person.

It would have been fair with a tie in this match, at least morally. It ended in my typical way. Colder made a mistake and left a lineman unguarded in the end of the match, which enabled me to hand over the ball and run for it. If I wasn't so mind boggingly stupid I would have GFI'd with him to absolute safety, but of course I didn't spend the appropriate time to check all his players and instead park him perfectly for a 1 dice crowd surf by the amazon I somehow overlooked. Yes, of course the block succeeded, ruining my chance for a tie...and yes, of course it also lead to a SI on the ball carrier to add a pinch of salt to my allready bleeding wounds, but that is the reward for being nonchalant and throwing the match away.

Thanks for the match, Colder. It's always good to try something new, and my guys now suck at everything instead of just at most things.

Storstark was awarded the Most Useless Player award for constantly failing to block and standing around looking like the useless critter that he is when the team needed him the most, but the illiterate bastard thought it was the MVP award so he was beaming like the sun when he got it.”