Swift Sandrooster stood on the bloody beaten corpse of the world of violent sports and contemplated his conquests with a unfocused gaze.

Blitz Getball, his noble running guard, life long friend, best man, kidney donor, and part-time rock band back-up singer, offered a observation to his solemn compatriot.

"Dere's nowhere to go but down anymore, Swift."

"Wrong. We could go back in time. There are thousands of teams back then and ages ago and once upon a time I keep hearing about."