“"First of all, I would like to thank all of you for not only putting your own sons on the line, but also contributing money to this team. I know they all appreciate it. And first of all, may I point out that not only did we earn more fans, the team treasury is also very full. I plan to purchase an apothecary to prevent future injuries," said Coach Oblitzamanger.

As the team was being cleaned up, he was addressing all the parents of the players on the team. Oblitzamanger had had a hard time training all the sons of pampered homes, but it was worth it, as this game had given him a lot of money to pay off the debt he owed to those parents.

"Now first, I want to congradulate the team and especially the father of Novorod. He did very well today in scoring all three touchdowns. And I congradulate all the fathers of a player who made a completion. That is the first step into becoming a great Blood Bowl player."

"What about the injuries?" cried one upset father.

"That was next on the list. Look, I understand that they need all the pampering they can get, but honestly, Blood Bowl is evil. Solid gold armor is not going to help them survive at all. They need new armor anyway. So why don't this time you get a good strong metal and just plate it with gold if you really want to."

"I don't think there will be a next time," said an angry father. "The team has only nine kids left, and they are all going to die out there anyway! Just give up and we can find some other way for you to pay off your debt."

The other fathers nodded in agreement. "No!" cried Oblitzamanger. "You should feel good that they drew the game! That is a sign of good things to come. HAd they lost, okay, but they have a chance to become great!"

"Quit chasing your dreams Oblitzamanger. They won't come ture with this team. I'm pulling my son and funding out of this team right now,"
said one father.

Just then, Sindacu walked in on the meeting. "What do you mean I have to quit? I had a blast out there! The danger; the excitement; I even made a pass, father! I want to stay! Everyone wants to stay! Even Imbekanoion!"

There was silence. Sindacu's father sat down. Coach oblitzamanger said to the young Elf, "Go back to the locker room."

"But what about the team?" asked Sindacu.

"The team is not going anywhere son," the Coach said.

He left for the locker room. "Okay. I know that Perhisie was killed, and I did everything I could to teach him how to survive. I am terribly sorry that he passed on. But that is Blood Bowl. Players die. Obviously, the kids want to keep playing. So?"

The fathers nodded in agreement. "Good then. Next, I want to tell you that Imbekanoion is fine and he just had his hip smashed."

"How is that fine?" yelled a father.

"Because he may be a little slower from now on, but at least it wasn't a niggling injury," the coach protested.

"What about the next game? Will you pick another evil team again? They were fouled all over the place when that insensible ref was too intimidated to call any penalties. How can we be sure the next ref won't be the same? How can we be sure that the next team won't be even stronger that those rats?"

"As an experienced coach, I will make sure that the next matchup is fair. I will most likely try to find a Halfling team to play. Anyway, you have nohing to worry about. Is there anything else you would like to say?"

One father spoke up. "As long as my kid is having fun, keep up the good work, coach" The others nodded as the post-game meeting was adjourned.”