“With an angry slam Iron entered the team's prep room, ignoring everyone's sudden cease in celebrations he sat down on the bench in front of his locker. After a moment covering his expression with steepled hands Iron roared, slammed his locker door three times and marched right up to the coach fire shooting from his eyes.

"What the @&%$ was that," he demanded!

Slightly confused, "What do you mean, that was a great win! We managed three touchdowns and kept them scoreless! You had a huge part in this game bud. What's gotten you all twisted up," the coach hesitantly questioned.

"You know damn well what!" The room was deathly silent as this tirade shot back and forth between Twahnlow medalist and coach. "You saw it happen at least three times out there today!! We'd organise a great ball clearing blitz, myself or one of the boys would dash in there and knock the #@%! out of one of them orcs and that ball would go flying crazily, " Iron steamed as the words shot from his mouth. "What happens normally when we do this coach?"

Stammering slightly coach replied, "Well, umm, normally the ball clears one of our catchers scoops it up and gets it downfield pronto. I'm still not sure why you're all angry here Iron? I couldn't of asked more of you here today."

"I'll tell you why I'm angry!! Did you see how those Blackorcs kept catching the ball in heavy traffic out there?! We'd have 2 or 3 guys covering those lumbering brutes and yet they grabbed that pigskin lke it was glued to their hands! I don't see hands like that unless I'm watching Bullet or Night in practice! I haven't seen hands like that," Iron seemed to choke up for a second, "I haven't seen hands like that since my playing LAST season!!!!"

Suddenly Iron spun around. "Somebody ," acid dripped from that word and he seemed to spit it across the room, "Somebody has hooked up the Tide with illegal Elf hormones!!!!" Stunned silence filled the room. "I'm going to find out who it is, and when I do..." With a look more befitting a dark elf Iron swept out of the room.

The coach looked around at his players, "Oh $#!+, one of you guys is f#$%ed."”