(One of the two mikes that played with us. He was like 6'4", and probably the slowest guy on the field, but he could throw alright, so we let him play. He was kind of asian, a little mexican, a tiny bit of white... noone could come up with an appropriate racial slur, so he said, "Hey man, I'm the GINC!".... it stuck...)

Despite passing well in the qualifiers, the ginc failed to step it up at the right time, and didnt' help prevent the loss to Kharne's.

(One of two incarnations of myself, and by far the most common of the ways i played... I was always pretty fast, hard to take down, and really liked the endzone... I hope i can get this player some more skills to get to the top of the Nameless lists for scoring!)

The trip to mediocrity continued in the playoffs, as Skits only got a single completion during both the qualifiers and playoff game.

(Grahame... the man was seriously built like a tank... about 5'7"ish, and weighed about 260 pounds... he was mean as heck, and hard to knock down... So far, also the only player whose new fumbbl persona matched his field meanness...)

Inarguably the team leader during the qualifiers for the first playoffs, Panzer lead the team into a playoff birth. However, he was shut down by Kharne's, and left the pitch with nothing to show for the crunchtime game.

Selected to participate in the Superstar Challenge.
Game 1: VS Melendil Mariners, 2 TD, 6 SPP
Game 2: VS Woodfellas, 1 TD, 3 SPP
Game 3: VS Vis Uban Mighty Shields, 2 TD, 1 Comp, 1 Cas, 9 SPP
Game 4: VS Elf Bowlers Basic, 1 CMP, 1SPP

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Season 2 MVP!

(One of my best friends throughout school and even now, Ben was always tall, fast, and had hands almost as good as mine. What made him better, was that he hit people, and got fairly mean when he had to.)

(The heavy metal hick (he said cowboy). Tough, mean, and not all that bright... I actually saw him dislocate his shoulder, and put it back but running into the goal post until it went back... But he HAD to be a catcher cause i'm a bastard :D.)

(One of the ladies that played with us, Tristen was mean, but her true claim to fame is the lifted shirt sack... she'd show off her rather noticable endowments, and while the quarterback was staring, someone else would run him over. Only too bad i was a reciever on her team each time she played with us.)