“Well, after only one game Riff Raff showed us what happens when you give a niggling Werewolf Handyman the idea that he has some job security -- he calls in sick. Although we believe we heard over the phone a distinctly feminine voice calling him to 'come back to the hot tub', Riff Raff insists this was, in fact, his physical therapist and that he will certainly be back in shape for our first crossover game.

Things seemed to go well at first, despite a perfect defense we managed to establish a bulwark behind which to protect former President Nixon (who managed to pick the ball up the first time with his newly steadied hands) and get a Werewolf (alright, THE Werewolf) and the two Wights into a scoring position. The meatheads covered Magenta but were content to simply block off access to the Wights so we knocked them around a bit to remove the chance of intercepting and then Tricky Dick ran down and lobbed a quick pass to Columbia who caught it and ran the ball in for a two turn touchdown.

The meathead's drive started out well enough too. For a turn or two we held them pretty still, forcing them to look for an opening first on one wing and then the other. And then things began to fall apart.... Eddie, who's been devastated since losing his teddy (though, in truth, he never seemed to care much for it when it was around) was KO'd and stayed that way for the remainder of the game as did Magenta who apparently figured that if her brother wasn't going to show up for work then she wouldn't either. Combined with a couple of casulties (all of whom managed to regenerate) and the meatheads were able to stall till the end of the half before tying things up in order to prevent us from getting a second chance at having Magenta and Eddie return from the KO box.

The second half was one long drive. The meatheads' strategy to prevent the return of Eddie and Magenta worked and so we found ourselves undermanned and underpowered -- still we almost managed to pull off the win (or at least almost had a good chance to). Once the ball got to the midfield line we managed to hold the meatheads up rather repspectably. First Columbia managed to hit the ball carrier, knock the ball loose and pick it up. When the meatheads knocked her down, Dr. Everett Von Scott ran the new ball carrier down with his wheelchair and also managed to pick up the ball. Well the meatheads, showing no sense of shame, plowed down the hapless cripple and again reclaimed the ball. We again knocked the ball loose when Rocky Horror blitzed the ball carrier. This was the play on which the game hinged and it ended up swinging in the meathead's favor. A good portion of Mully's team was fairly deep in my side of the field, the rest I managed to fairly well screen off from his side of the field before blitzing. If the ball had simply bounced back we would have likely been able to get a ghoul or wight over to it and down the field. Instead it bounced down to former President Nixon who naturally dropped it, sending it back to Betty Munroe who also dropped it, sending it back again. At that point the meathead team was all over the ball like Mully on the chance to start a new league and it was only a matter of time before they ran in the winning TD.

The team continues its perfect streak of not getting any fan factor increases, though this time we merely broke even. On the positive side, Janet Weiss, who's been spending an inordinate amount of time working out with Rocky Horror since the demise of her fiance Brad Majors, is now sporting a terrific new physique and can now likely break that geek across her knee like a dry twig. We also raised enough money so that we were able to replace the Criminologist, because you never know when you'll need a stodgy old pendatic academician with no neck.”