“Rogmesh sat atop the Butte, FA Cup in hand as he ran his fingers around the outside of the dent that had been made when Camilia had clocked Sidney over her head with the thing. The goblin, Bashnag Ogrefield, had taken out his rusty blade which he kept referring to as the ‘Good Blade McGuffin’. This was probably the same one used in the Cheer book caper. He had a Chesher cat eating grin on his face as he had carved ‘Sidney was here’ into the dented silver.

Although the entire team was on top the Butte tonight celebrating the big win, Rogmesh had never felt so alone. It was a bittersweet moment. The trill of winning the FA Cup and the sinking realization that your playing career had ended. Flingsnake had walked off the pitch for the last time. But at least he was holding the FA Cup over his head as he walked off.

Rogmesh took a swig of shine out of the FA Cup. He thought back to last year’s Cup final and how his hero, Patrick ‘The Boss’ Lear had just taken the Cup home with him, Boss style. Rogmesh had the best idea since his last idea. “Bashnag, hand me the Good Blade McGuffin.”

The gobo looked over, “What’s the magic word?”

“NOW!”

Bashnag quickly sashayed over and handed over the knife.

Rogmesh took the point of the dagger and began to etch in the word ‘Bosmang’. Then under that he scratched in ‘Lear’ then under that, his own name, ‘Flingsnake’. Was it vandalism? Sure. But Coach had some garcs and could pay to have the names buffeted out. Rogmesh wasn’t sure how many Garcs a repair like this would cost. But he knew a few Gobos that would probably grind it off for a few Fitzs.

Rogmesh knew he probably shouldn’t stick Coach with this bill especially after the gracious sendoff Coach had given him at the post-game conference. He called Rogmesh ‘Lightning in a Bottle’. A bit wordy as a nickname but a step up from ‘Rat Ogre Parking’. Rogmesh thought back to his early seasons. He kind of got the jump on every else as the league and its’ players were developing. It was like he was the kid that was just a little bit bigger and faster and stronger and more talented than his classmates. But over time, other players had kind of caught up with Rogmesh. Maybe not all the way, but Ron Swanson reminded Rogmesh of a version of himself. Others were even better at headhunting now than Rogmesh ever was. Jordan Zhorgrath had shattered Rogmesh single season casualty record. He was still a way off from Rogmeshs’ 106 career record, but Jordan had only played less than 20 games.

Rogmesh took another drink from the defaced FA Cup. Well, all records will eventually fall with Camilias’ fouls being the one possible exception. And the Cup that Rogmesh was drinking from would eventually need to be returned to the front office. But tonight was Rogmeshs’. Tonight, he was going to just sit and enjoy the moment, his ‘Boss Lear’ moment.
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