“And so it was that Kondor crossed the pitch again to shake hands with Emeyin. He had coached a great game, and this time, Kondor could not come up the the magical draw. He had to give the coach props for great play.

As he turned to leave, he surveyed the field. On the sidelines was the source of all the problems this game. Grog sat huffing and puffing over a defenseless goblin shouting something like how dare he ask such questions. Who did the goblin reporter think he was? Illicit drugs? Come on, this isn't baseball, and Grog certainly is not the home run king.

Now, things made sense to Kondor. That is clearly roid rage if it has ever been present.

At last Kondor headed to the locker room. Along the way, he walked past Pimp Daddy Kermit. He had clearly taken one too many hits, and this game he chose to play without a helmet. He was talking to the Saurus Berrywhore and said "I'll be playing without a helmet form here on out. What do you say we find a nice spawning pool?"

At that point, Kondor thought he may have to fire the little fool, but then he thought better of it. The Saurus may bite his head off and save the price of picking up a guaranteed contract. If not, the dwarfs were likely to take care of the issue in the next game.”