“The glorious 200th game for the Foodeaters. At least it was more glorious than the 100th game, which most of the Foodeater fans would like to forget. (there aren't any players who need to forget it because almost all of them are dead)

The Foodeaters went back to their roots when all the trees took root and decided to become the Running Killer Flings from Nearly Hell.

It payed off as The Holy Number, a concept taken form so many times, ran through the opposition in the pouring rain using a small tube of glue to keep his hands on the ball.
After the game he complained about how the rain had made his leg ache and he was showing signs of getting old, not that anyone dares say it to him.

In true halfling fashion the Foodeater's tree stood there and fell over in the rain, obviously attracted by the salty sweaty water.

On the whole I was pretty lucky and kicked some serious buttocks. The Tour never had a chance. Except for that throw, and that block that almost fell me, oh and that other thing. Not to forget that cunning move there in the second half... ...

I'm glad to have been part of the Tour. I don't expect to be as lucky (though it wasn't really luck, it was skill... ehrm) next time. Will that be game 300? :D”