“My opponent was about as unsporting as they come. I'll assume that he's one of those guys who says, "It is called BLOOD bowl you know," and then uses that to justify fouling the hell out of your guys, even when they've long since lost their ability to participate in the game.

I took all the injuries and fouling in stride, and watched as the snake eyes piled up. A few opportunities to score a 3rd touchdown for the guaranteed win slipped through my grasp as the dice would not see it happen! One of his blitzers made a timely interception to break up a second score at the end of the first half. After Jack Sparrow RIPed and I used the apothecary in the first half, my thrower attempted a dodge with a reroll...you guessed it, snake eyes, and RIPed himself. My opponent teased me about it and I responded with some anger. I didn't appreciate it.

He complained about the Kickoff table results until his team Got the Ref for the entire second half. His dirty player then had a hayday which, as I said, I took in stride and did my best to score. When the dice wouldn't have me despite my best and craziest attempts, my opponent STILL decided he wanted to foul into the 6th, 7th, and 8th turns, despite the fact that my 33 SPP blitzer could no longer influence the outcome of the game. What I did to deserve this I have no idea. I figured bumbling my players about the field with a string of at least 10 1's would've made him happy...that and the 4 SI's and 2 RIP's that had been inflicted on my team already. That's not counting the BH's.

The late fouling was just mean spirited. I didn't appreciate it and I curse his men. Let the rule of three take care of a$$holes like you, BloodRunner. Fouling because of get the ref and to help tie the game I understand. Fouling just to try to kill one of my best players...you deserve what's coming to you.

Jerk...”