I'm sure I can't hunt witches. But I can't shake the complete anal treatment I have just received at the hands of a coach. It was so beyond lame, I don't even know words to describe it. Let's just say that I'm completely angry, and so close to swearing. The guy then has the NERVE to ask me if I can be nice to him.

Well guess what buddy, you are a disgrace. I'd be nice, if there was anything to be nice to. I hope you feel good about yourself, because that abusive tstr abusing excuse of a team is reported, and I've just lost my appetite.

So many words I wish to use, but am not allowed to. So many things I want to say to you but will not to keep this family friendly. So much, and yet so little of it I can say.

We all know the procedure, we are all familiar with it. But this guy tricked me. I won't hire any weapons he says, and then he shows up with ripper. Well, aint that just wonderful on my already completely bashed to hell team. Then when I ask a moment, instead of just being quiet and letting me cope, you start whinging about how rightful and just you are being. Let's just say the majority of us fumbbl coaches, with perhaps the exception of the highly respected Kremas and buskopanz, think you are lame. Sure, I know I should let it go, and this entire blog is just a bitter spilling of bile.

I'm angered. I'm very frustrated. I lost another player, and just to make me feel better a beastman aged, and you cheer about how you cleared the pitch and rolled ag+.... Nuffle sucks.