“Jim: Well, Bob. It was a slaughterhouse down there tonight.
Bob: Yes Jim. But every once in a while I managed to see through the red stains and see that green stuff they are playing on... And let me tell you, that wasn't pretty either.
Jim: But Bob, didn't we see any bowling tonight?
Bob: Well Jim, we saw some feeble attempts. There were a lot of butterfingers down there tonight.
Jim: No passing or anything, Bob?
Bob: Nope, Jim. The lucky gobbo who grabbed the ball was the one who ran it to the TD-zone.
Jim: That might be best, Bob. The gnomes aren't fast, but they can smell a loose ball a mile away. And gobbos passing balls means loose balls.
Bob: That's right, Jim. It was fun to see Kloppera run the last TD home. I wonder why the ref hadn't banned him for that Pogostick.
Jim: I can't really tell you, Bob, but I bet it involves money changing hands or squig-threats in the lockerroom.
Bob: That's what makes this sport so great, Jim. I'll be looking forward to see what the Heroes can come up with next game.
Jim: Me too, Bob. Me too!”