“The sodden Pack trudge back to change rooms eager to get back into some dry clothes after a narrow 1-0 defeat. Coach Felly is already waiting for them there shaking his head. "Well, what have you lot got to say for yourselves and that awful display of ball handling?"
Murmurs are heard from the players and more than once the word 'Gloves" is mentioned. "Gloves! Gloves! GLOVES!!! You lot are trying to blame that travesty on not having gloves huh? Well I don't know whether gloves will help or not, but I do know another hour of ball drills each practice sure will."
A collective groan comes from the team at thoughts of even longer training sessions. "And where is that useless lump Tate? You better start pulling your finger out Tate, or it's back to the salt mines where I found you!"
'Terrible' Tate, the Packs huge Ogre blocker sinks his head dejectedly at Coach Felly's criticisms.
"Ah hell, it weren't all bad I guess. End of the first half, them pointy-ears were right on the Endzone, and there was us with our backs against the wall, and we didn't budge a inch. Tough defensive effort that. So some of this must be sinking in. Anyway get cleaned up and dried off...from where I was in my dry climate-controlled coaching box it looked wet as hell out there!"”