“Well, even a stopped clock is right twice a day so I guess I shouldn't be <i>too</i> surprised when a senile old monkey looks up from drooling his mashed bananas down his chest and actually calls a game correctly. And a very proper Halloween game it was too, dead on dead.
As Mully indicated, the two teams had rather different approaches to the game. The RHBBT relied on Elfy tactics like flooding the Urge's backfield with potential receivers and then firing off a quick (well, temporally speaking. I don't think we threw less than a long pass and at least one of them was in the sun -- who plays a dead on dead Halloween game when the <i>sun</i> can come up?!?) pass. Reliable scorers Magenta and Columbia scored in this way and even Dr. Frank got into the action, high stepping into the endzone for the tie after receiving a pass from former President Nixon. Tricky Dick really was pretty spectacular this game, the only thing he did wrong was getting himself knocked out while holding the ball in OT, which I suppose we won't hold against him.
Sinister Urge played a more brute force game, lacking the finesse of the RHBBT but effective none-the-less. Taking advantage of the offense's ability to choose their battlefield, the Urge would mass their players at one point in our defenses, punch a hole through and then establish a beachhead where they could defend their receivers until they could receive a hand-off. Consonant with their more barbaric approach, Urge dirty player Lincoln (who names a dirty player after Abraham Lincoln?!?) attempted a rather pathetic foul against former President Nixon, knocking Tricky Dick out but getting himself ejected from the game. One can only imagine Mully's reaction. Both teams tactics seem to work for them as we ran up an rather Elfy 3-3 score (largely because Mully was afraid of Riff-Raff, our MV9 AG4 Werewolf and so never stalled for very long) by the time the final whistle blew.
We were selected to receive the kick-off in overtime and, despite Riff-Raff finding a way to weasel out of taking the field, we began executing our normal flood of the Urge's endzone that had served us so well. And then disaster struck. As Magenta started to run by an SU zombie she paused long enough to deliver a hit and rolled double skulls. Mully's boys took full advantage of this and, rather than spread across his backfield we found ourselves tied up in a knot in the middle. You'd think this might be to our advantage, given that we have the stronger players, but RHBT casulties started flying off the field and we couldn't break free. Sinister Urge used our own strategy of 'Victory through Attrition' against us and eventually the inevitable (although if we'd been able to hold on two more turns it would have been evitable) occurred, with the help of a block from Eddie that I didn't look through carefully enough and bounced the ball into an opposing zombie's hands, and the Urge freed up the ball and ran in the winning TD.
Dr. Everett von Scott has once again asserted himself as the team's most replaced player: this time meeting his end as Urge Flesh Golem Dead Girl Superstar (whatever <i>that</i> means) gave his wheelchair a shove and sent him careening into the crowd who folded up the conveyance for him despite the fact that it was not intended to be collapsable and Dr. Scott was still in it. On the bright side, recently our fan base seems to be barely willing to tolerate us rather than expressing open revulsion and leaving in droves. Even more satisfying was that Mully seems to have caught our FF eating disease and managed to lose fans even though he had a +3 to the roll.”
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As Mully indicated, the two teams had rather different approaches to the game. The RHBBT relied on Elfy tactics like flooding the Urge's backfield with potential receivers and then firing off a quick (well, temporally speaking. I don't think we threw less than a long pass and at least one of them was in the sun -- who plays a dead on dead Halloween game when the <i>sun</i> can come up?!?) pass. Reliable scorers Magenta and Columbia scored in this way and even Dr. Frank got into the action, high stepping into the endzone for the tie after receiving a pass from former President Nixon. Tricky Dick really was pretty spectacular this game, the only thing he did wrong was getting himself knocked out while holding the ball in OT, which I suppose we won't hold against him.
Sinister Urge played a more brute force game, lacking the finesse of the RHBBT but effective none-the-less. Taking advantage of the offense's ability to choose their battlefield, the Urge would mass their players at one point in our defenses, punch a hole through and then establish a beachhead where they could defend their receivers until they could receive a hand-off. Consonant with their more barbaric approach, Urge dirty player Lincoln (who names a dirty player after Abraham Lincoln?!?) attempted a rather pathetic foul against former President Nixon, knocking Tricky Dick out but getting himself ejected from the game. One can only imagine Mully's reaction. Both teams tactics seem to work for them as we ran up an rather Elfy 3-3 score (largely because Mully was afraid of Riff-Raff, our MV9 AG4 Werewolf and so never stalled for very long) by the time the final whistle blew.
We were selected to receive the kick-off in overtime and, despite Riff-Raff finding a way to weasel out of taking the field, we began executing our normal flood of the Urge's endzone that had served us so well. And then disaster struck. As Magenta started to run by an SU zombie she paused long enough to deliver a hit and rolled double skulls. Mully's boys took full advantage of this and, rather than spread across his backfield we found ourselves tied up in a knot in the middle. You'd think this might be to our advantage, given that we have the stronger players, but RHBT casulties started flying off the field and we couldn't break free. Sinister Urge used our own strategy of 'Victory through Attrition' against us and eventually the inevitable (although if we'd been able to hold on two more turns it would have been evitable) occurred, with the help of a block from Eddie that I didn't look through carefully enough and bounced the ball into an opposing zombie's hands, and the Urge freed up the ball and ran in the winning TD.
Dr. Everett von Scott has once again asserted himself as the team's most replaced player: this time meeting his end as Urge Flesh Golem Dead Girl Superstar (whatever <i>that</i> means) gave his wheelchair a shove and sent him careening into the crowd who folded up the conveyance for him despite the fact that it was not intended to be collapsable and Dr. Scott was still in it. On the bright side, recently our fan base seems to be barely willing to tolerate us rather than expressing open revulsion and leaving in droves. Even more satisfying was that Mully seems to have caught our FF eating disease and managed to lose fans even though he had a +3 to the roll.”