“The 100/50 Club

Each race has its' drink of choice. Wine for elves, beer for Dwarves, Bourbon for humans. But for Rogmesh, it was good old Orcish Hooch. He had already cracked open the lid on the mason jar as he climbed to the top of a yet to be named coal butte. There he sat alone in the dark after a bit of an off game. Only one casualty tonight. It happened in what most would consider garbage time. But one of the gobos had the ball and was going in for the winning score. But there was one more threat out there that could have stolen a draw from the jaws of defeat; Ron Swanson. Game recognizes game and that dude had some skills. He could have tried something crazy. And in this sport, sometimes crazy pays off. So he had to address the situation. A badly hurt, oh well, he will be OK for next game.

But it was more than that. That hit on Swanson was Rogmeshs' 100th. Along with his 50+ scores, that put him as the first member of the 100/50 club. It's a lonely club, as lonely as the solitude on top this coal butte that Flingsnake sat on. As Rogmesh started a fire, he wondered about who would be the next member of the club. Natalie Johnson's name often comes up as NWBL's 'GOAT', but she has lost a step and do you really count games played as a valid stat for joining the 100/50 club? Somehow that didn't feel right. Whiskey Chuck had the skills, but was cut down by a freak block. Blaze is still a long way off and isn't even in the 50/10 club yet. No, he just doesn't have enough seasons left.

Well, there was still business to be done. And the first order was to make rule number one of the 100/50 club; yes, the official drink. Rogmesh thought hard about this one as he sipped on his hooch. Then in a white lightning flash, rule one was Hooch was the official drink of the 100/50 club.

He raised his mason jar into the air, "A toast to the next person to join me, whoever you are." He gulped down the remainer of the quart, then stumbled back down the hill. ”