Formerly a levy in a remote village militia in Stirland, Gerrald Harris was brought into the ranks of the Stirland Spitfires by mere chance. While pulling picket duty he was playing with a hackey sack when who other than <A href="http://fumbbl.com/FUMBBL.php?page=player&op=view&player_id=558957" target="_blank">Milord Stirland</A>, the [former] captain of the Spitfires, saw his prowess and instantly pressed him into the ranks of the linemen.

Rather dubious luck as it was, Harris's performance on the field was above average. He generally gave as good as he got, and in the first five games of the Spitfires, his only games he would play in, he was voted MVP for his performance against the <A href="http://fumbbl.com/FUMBBL.php?page=team&op=view&team_id=48960" target="_blank">Unruly Rodents</A>. More than just meat for the line, his performance on the field consisted of some solid blocks and a few pushes around the pitch. He met his untimely demise at the hands of a halfling (of all things) in a game with the <A href="http://fumbbl.com/FUMBBL.php?page=team&op=view&team_id=49491" target="_blank">Tom Jones all stars</A>. After a wise crack he made to a halfling opponent about the halfling's inordinately large arse for being a Blood Bowl player, Harris was stabbed to death with a fork.

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