“Well, the boys were living up to their name today. Ahnold's Blitzers attacked my 'flings like Marlon Brando at a pastry cart.

Which is not to say that he was being all that mean about it, just that the boys couldn't stay on their feet to save their lives and when they went down, they stayed down. It got worse, though, when I started killing them off, too.

Just for the record, the Holocaust were only at TS of 150 or so and they had just had a brutal game which caused the loss of both throwers and a blitzer. They realy needed a recovery game and I was at full strength, so it's not like he was picking on the flings or anything, I actually nagged him for a game, rather than the other way around. Poor guy felt sure felt bad, though! And as we all know, guilt is the truest sign of a sportsman. :)

Thanks for the game, Ahnold. Next time, we play stunty league and my c-flings get 2 Minos instead of a big dumb ogre and an absent treeman!”