“Diane, it's 1:40 AM on Sunday, February 1, and I'm down at the morgue with Sheriff Truman and Albert. We were having a good performance against some out-of-towners who came into Twin Peaks and started relieving themselves upstream. Couldn't let that happen to the Sheriff while I'm around. Unfortunately nuffle also relieved himself on our dice. 2 straight turns in each half we burned rerolls on easy stuff, then settled down. Had to use 'em before scoring each time, and then had to finish out the half with no protection. Log Lady's niggling injury finally caught up with her and she bought the farm. Now she can join her husband, may they rest in peace. I called on Albert to save James Hurley from his own clumsiness in the 1st half, and he rewarded me by doing it again in the 2nd half. Same exact thing, can't seem to dodge his own feet. Mike Nelson was taken out on a Jump Up block, and Audrey was killed by the Minotaur. Both Sheriff Truman and I had shots at stopping the ballcarrier for the lone TD, but I rolled skulls and he rolled skull/pows. If only I had his dice we could have protected the shut-out. It's a win, but at great cost. Only two games to go to complete the E.L.F. season, but the next one is going to be rough.

This is Dale in room 316, Great Northern Hotel, ticked and signing off.

Medical Report: There was more to do in this game than Albert's team could handle. They patched up James Hurley but the big oaf hurt himself again. I have no regrets about using Albert's team when I did, I'm just sick that nuffle decided he's not done giving me the shaft at every opportunity. Rebuilding sucks.

Financial Report: Good thing we maxed out the winnings, because we have a lot to replace. Oof.”