“I suppose that every now and then a game like this comes along. Dice rape against a coach with a serious attitude problem, and who actually (though this is hard to tell if it's deep, deep irony or not) tells me, after 2 or 3 fouls (resulting in the death and SI) in sequence in about an 11-3 player advantage and a 3-1 score in late second half, that this is "BLOODbowl". After the game I say "grats, cya!" to which right replies with closing the client. And then, as a final cherry on top of the ice cream contacts me in chat about 5 seconds later with nothing but the single word "upload", as my client hasn't auto-uploaded. LOL. I'm thinking hormone problems...

Edit: Oh...right. You're right. Silly me. Now I feel completely different about the whole thing...”