“I felt slightly aggrieved to have lost this game. Pmg's ball carrier in the 1st half escaped 8 block dice. In the 2nd half, I equalized pretty comfortably (ball carrier down but I kinda allowed it since it was 1 dwarf, 1 centaur isolated away from the rest of the GR team). I left just enough time to turn over his offense and win it.

It was set up pretty tightly. Lucky was being a pest on the sideline. The offense had been squeezed down a flank. By this point I realised I had no player skillful enough to grab a loose ball so became consigned to a draw. His bull hits Curator, single dice, skull rerolls to pow. No matter, the black orc picks himself up, breaks tackle, needs to go for it, failed, rerolled, hits the ball carrier with dice 9 and 10 of the day for Team Chainsaw, and double skull.

2 dice vs 10, knock down vs nothing culminating in a turnover. That was the difference today!

Orb spent the majority of the match pondering whether our universe had been born inside a wormhole created when a giant star imploded in a larger universe. At least, that is what he tells me, he may have been unable to describe it accurately in terms that Coach Chainsaw could understand.

Lineman Bump got bumped by a nobody foul. He'll be missed - by the punches usually aimed his way in training.”