“The next time someone start going on about how Regeneration is the best skill in the game, I'm going to punch them in the dick.

This match was a mess. The Slann decided to score early in the opening half, giving us plenty of time to slowly march down the field, laying waste to their players, and walk into the endzone to tie the match. Unfortunately no one told the Slann this game plan. The frogs out positioned us, shutting down one side of the field, removed the wolf holding the ball from the match, and nearly regained the ball. It took a miracle dodging-blitzing-surf-pick-up from the other wolf to regain control, and we were still in the midst of a sea of amphibians. A crucial bone-head fail (followed by a misclick on behalf of the Slann) was what it took to even the score as the first half ended.

Second half, we received the ball, same plan from the first half. Again, stupid, as the Slann opened up their defensive drive by killing one of our wights. Though, the very next play one of their catchers killed themselves on a failed dodge. We all had a good laugh about that. The Slann kept putting pressure on the ball carrier, so for some stupid reason we attempted to break out and hand the ball off to get some distance between us and them. The GFI before the hand off failed, causing the ball to bounce free, and with it, our hopes of winning the match vanished; a catcher hopped in, retrieved the ball, and passed it safely out. The Slann's opted to score rather than attempt the stall, stating that the stall would have required more rolls than would have been prudent. This left us with two turns to attempt to even the score. Doable, but difficult with the Slann's mobility and the amount of Guard still on the field. So we set up and received the kick, and that was when the fans in the stands decided to Riot. Can't say that I blame them after those last few plays. We entered into the Slann side of the pitch, they knocked the ghoul carrying the ball down. We recovered the ball and managed to cage inside scoring distance, and yet the frogs made one more valiant attempt on the wolf now carrying the ball, but only succeeded in pushing us closer to the goal line. It still took several blocks and a blitz to clear the way for the tying score. A few more blocks and the match was over.

A fitting end to a very tense, maddening, and hilarious match. Coach HyperboLemuR has earned my respect as an opponent, as his positioning abilities with the Slann team made this match very difficult. The fact that those little, slimy, amphibian hands slapped us around for the majority of the match, didn't help much either. Well played.

Oh, the things we do to fill in our grids.”