“Victor Glemp shuffled about in the Dwarf end zone and considered having a cigarette. 'We're 1-0 down, Glemp,' had been the coach's instruction. 'Get yourself into a scoring position any way you can and catch the ball if it comes near you.' That had been quite some time ago now. He peered off into the middle distance where he could just make out some Dwarves apparently putting the boot into his prone team mates. Occasionally roars and hearty Dwarven insults floated to him on the breeze. The barrage of refuse hurled by the crowd made it difficult to be sure what was happening. The ball did not seem to be coming any closer. In fact it seemed to be getting further away. The ball carrier looked worryingly like a Dwarf, in fact. He decided to stay put, you never knew what might happen in this game.

One of those Zen experiences. I wonder what our spectator made of it all. ”