“After my first Labour you can imagine the confident smile that swept over my face when I saw a incy-wincy Goblin emerge from the locker room! Oh this would be sweet... too embroiled in my own thoughts of victory was I, that I did not see the chain that disappeared into his changing room behind him. So you can equally imagine my surprise when I on the field I squared up to a Goblin and his 300lb buddy on a chain!

Clearly the Goblin had been either smoking something or eating magic mushrooms prior to the game to think that he could ever make it in this one man arena - how on earth would he pick up the ball, let alone walk straigh!? I was utterly confused.

The ball was kicked into me. Too engrossed in his swinging action, I slipped right by him, scooped the ball up and headed towards his end zone.
He came swinging toward me and fell just short, wasting no time I zipped across the field and scored! Yay me!

My victory dance (As a war dancer I'm very proficient at it) gave way to fits of giggles as the referee sent the little bugger off!

In the end... I won 7-0... good game, good game.

Such an easy game meant I needed no R&R so I busy set to training. I practiced tackling a Tree back home, turns out that that wasn’t such a good idea… I put my back out... man I felt old. No more tackling Trees during training for me!
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