It was looking very bleak for the sugar coated warriors of Cheerios. The orcs had laid a heavy toll. And though the score was 1-1... it was not going to stay that way. There were 5 of us left. Myself, Franken berry, Post, Lucky Charm, and Corn Flake. We were all on our backs... the Orcs, still 11 men strong, stood over us in laughter. They took there time for many turns, waiting to celibrate the winning TD as time expired.

BUT

Just when it was darkest, Lady Luck finaly smiled down on our crunchy goodness. Franken berry lept to his feet and began dodging through multiple tackle zones... dodging 4 times he finaly reach the ball carrier. The over confident Orc coach had left a small spot on his back side that allowed Franken to Blitz without other Orcs assisting the Vile orc thrower... POW he goes down. The light gets brighter. Lucky Charm and Corn Flake get to there feet and dodge away to the bottom of the pitch and huddle together for protection. Post lay still hoping not to get stepped on. It came to me. Two orcs stand directly above me, the exact direction I need to go... ahead, the ball lies at the feet of two Black orcs, worse of all, behind them. I have nothing to lose. After planning my route, it will take everybit of movement I can muster in me just to get to the ball. Never mind the 4 orcs in my way. Im Off. I squeeze between the two orcs who had me pinned, they swing and miss, I step further away and leave them behind my. I step up to the two Looming black orcs. I must step between them and grasp for the ball behind there feet. Why not, ive come this far. SWISH, im in, still standing, and I look down to see the ball cradled in my hands. Ive got it... now what do I do with it. I look down feild and see my two team mates Lucky and Corn, huddleing together. I can see the amazement on there face at what I have accomplished. Before I know It, I am rearing back to throw. The two Black orcs almost block out the Light above me, but a small flicker of light shines threw, and I heave the ball. A Long Bomb sailing over the heads of half of the orc team. It lands softly in corn flakes hands. We all are frozen with amazement. Post, seeing this, leeps to his feet and dodges himself down as close to Corn Flake as possible, the bravery of our actions inspire him. The Orcs, ENRAGED at our actions immediatly charge. Nuffle be prasied, they manage to only push corn flake to the side. Here the come, I know they are about to swarm us like bees. Here comes the first one, the Orc, who must not have seen Post slip in to position, runs right in to him and Falls as he dodges. WE ARE OFF. Corn Flake Blitzes past the ork who just assaulted him and scurrys down the feild. We score. We cheer in utter amazment. We carried our Knocked out team mates back to the locker room, and shared the story with them as soon as the woke up. We will remember that day, and that single great play forever.

I am Fruit Loops, responsible for the single greatest play in our coach, datoes, history.