The swagtastical-est tree man there was. Known for his mighty crush grip, and his bro-tastical personality, Regigigganigga was one of our best. Butt Stuff's right hand man, this madman worked with him better than anyone else. The team's designated thrower, fan's and friends alike know him as "The bombardier". This bad ass party plant was responsible for nearly all of the team's touchdowns, at the time- and he was no stranger to using crush grip on opposing players. Everyone cheered during Shenanigargles' 11th game, when he used crush grip on the bone fiddler, rather than throwing him.
During Shenanigargle's 13th game, Regigigganigga caught the ball, passed to him by Spaghetti. He went all out- killing Truls (Norse runner, jersey #3) with his signature crush grip before knocking down another, and running for the end zone with the ball. True, it was the last few seconds of the game, he was on the line of scrimmage, he wasn't going to make it.
He ran with a childlike excitement and whimsy, his hands in the air, as if he had scored a touchdown of his own... then he fell...
He didn't get up.

After all of the vicious 6 man fouls, and mighty blows he'd taken, he'd always been able to get back up...
We'd all been so violent and crazy for so long, that we never would have guessed that lighthearted and innocent fun, would be the one thing that could kill this amazing treeman.

He will forever be immortalized in the "At Least I Didn't Go Out Like A Punk!" list...