“One last hurrah for the Scoundrels before they head to the Fringe.

After a dismal season where they scored only a single touchdown (as bad as their inaugural season, and at least then they had the excuse of only playing five games) there have been all sorts of rumblings from the coaching staff, from the groundsman, the laundry attendant and even the guy who looks after Legneck's hats.

Bringing everything to play one last time, they went down fighting. Once again, Legneck's massive syringe was unused, as the team had no need for an apothecary. The Brunch Squad did - they might be celebrating another victory, but there will be more than one lineman limping for the rest of their short, sado masochistic lives. And you can't get better than that, right?”