“Injuries have taken their toll on Black History Month, but the team that has been at the brink of retirement since its inception decided to try one more game. Eight skilled elves took the field against eleven bungling and experienced goats and other rotting creatures of chaos. Fate seemed to shine on the Rash early when they managed to badly hurt Star blitzer Amiri Baraka and then moments later complete a dazzling pass play to Goater Payton who strode towards the goal line. Just before he crossed it, however, Langston Hughes streaked out of nowhere, levelling the creature with a block that snapped its neck like a dry twig.

With seven elves remaining, Black History Month put on a dazzling display of dodging, ballhandling and long passing that mesmerized the clod-footed goats.

"It was like the Harlem Globetrotters versus the Washington Generals or whoever it was they played," laughed team coach James Earl Jones, his breathing easily audible through his massive Darth Vader mask. "Come to think of it, maybe Meadowlark Lemon should be our next signing."

The game reached the heights of sublime idiocy near game's end, when the elves nearly scored a touchdown after being reduced to two players (only a dropped pass prevented a final, humiliating score).

The Rash and their inept goats, while playing as if they had their shoelaces tied together, were notable for sportsmanship rare in a chaos team, declining to foul the last of the dark elves, who were laughing so hard at game' s end that they couldn't get off the turf. Hats off to Legendary Bill for a touch of class to the three stooges routine that was this game...”