“Despite heavy promotion by CabalVision®, and a fulfilled promise of blood, the fans hated this game. Foam horned helmets and plushy green hobgoblins filled the rubbish bins at the end of the game.

The first half was scoreless, but that didn't sit well with the Horned 'n Shirtless who refused to give the chorfs a fair shot at ball... blitzing the backfield and in an amazing display of elfiness, stole the ball and skipped into the endzone.

Gore Right, the Minotaur, finally came into his own this game, removing four opponents from the field by himself.

The rookie bull, Gephert, however managed a removal, and recovered the ball late in the second half near his own endzone to run it in for a draw. Punchy Dwarf, still angry about needing a cane, took it out on the opposition as well. His success seems to have staved off his retirement for just a moment as well.

Speaking of retirement, of course the boys were all surprised to hear that the surviving Norse players decided to hang up their horns. They are, of course, invited back to the locker room to share in our beer anytime they like. May your longboats stay afloat and your raids be fruitful.”