I was playing my brother's team, the Thornwood Ravagers, the other day. They are a bunch of flower picking pansies that have a little wooden muscle in the form of a treeman.

So as the game goes along, he eventually takes root and becomes a lawn ornament. I forget about him. He becomes a travia factoid in my mental record of my match.

My rats cause a turnover deep in my zone and I am scrambling like only a rat knows how. I have a chance at a last minute touchdown that requires a long bomb past his stiff, treeman arms. I figure that I have it in the bag. I convince myself that "he's only a treeman" and that I can pull it off no probem. After all, he needs to roll a NINE to snatch that ball out of the air!

He rolls the six and I am swearing like a pirate. Obviously my turn is over and the drive for a late touchdown is done.

If only the treeman was successful with the PASS that he tried to throw....it could have been history in the making!!!