“I don't know if I'm cursed, unlucky, abandoned by fate or just a lousy player. But this game certainly indicated all four. Not only did I get owned so badly that I couldn't even pronounce the name of my own team, but I was also humiliated to the degree where my players focused all their strength to try to brutally murder the Zoorks of Gork's little twit, Smitty. Did they succeed? Of course not. They only managed to push him closer to the goalline so he could score three touchdowns - giving him a hattrick.

One thing is certain: the talk about the unofficial teams being 'overpowered' and 'unbalanced' seems about as true as, I don't know, Hippos trained in martial arts?

Credits to were credits are due though. BigPapaBear played a flawless fight and managed to suppress my efforts to do anything but lie face-down in the dirt and get beat up.”