Buccaneers were ready to rumble and come hard charging off the boat and onto the grid iron to have a titanic throw down. The game starts off just the way it was planned. First block with a SI-AV with apoth fail and the bucs are rolling. And then around 1/3 it dawns on the Bucs they are missing something. For the next few turns they search for the gatorade, Damn forgot that on the boat. They go into half with this nagging feeling it was not the gatorade that is really the top concern. They search around and notice that they also forgot their cleats..but the footing is good so not that big of a deal.
They take the field and after 1 turn it dawns on them...Were in the hell is our regulation uniforms? were is our armor? why are we running around in our Jocks and nothing else. Well the Bucs get to pontificate on why the equipment man is still passed out back on the ship as they limp their sorry ass bodies back on board.
Pass out the Beer!!! we are going to need it.”
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Worm dug well through armor and flesh, and hit his mark true...paint the field red, with the blood of our enemies!
DeMaio "No one gives me the Rasberry, and gets away with it."
/satisfaction”