<b>Game 3:</b> Coach MVP vs Hate Ogre's! - 1-0 down, the team's bumbling like a bunch of headless chickens, the dark elves have the ball. But - look! Ye gads, the ball carrier's open, an ogre slams into him, the ball cascading into the blood charged crowd! Zip, the plucky devil, sees his chance, snatching the ball up despite being guarded by a baleful elf. Not enough time on the clock to make it all that way - not a problem. See Zip fly, see Zip land? Zip lands! 1-1!