So. Much. Blood. Bob.
I'm standing here on a haematological nightmare swamp that used to be The Scrower's pitch Bob in the aftermath of the meet up between the Hogtown Fjord and The Scrowers.
I'm not gonna lie, Bob, The Fjord came out and looked nervous in the first half facing off against three Big Guys, a chainsaw, and a bombardier. Not to mention the mitt full of dirty tricks the Scrowers had hidden in their playbook. The Fjord received and moved the ball up the field slowly and tried to punch away at the opposition, with little to no effect. Bombs kept most of the forward line sucking turf and The Fjords blitz attempts on crucial targets delivered lack lustre results. Just when Lemmy had delivered the ball to a score-able position, The Scrowers deployed a trampoline trap and Lemmy and ball were sent flying into the stands, knocking Lemmy out and sending the ball cascading around the field.
This seemed to infuriate The Fjord who started focusing less on the ball an more on throwing the boot to The Scrowers who started falling one by one to the relentless onslaught. It was a failed dodge off the line of scrimmage by Charles Orcustus Morknessen (who managed to give himself a doozy of a concussion in the process) late in the first half, that really seemed to shift the momentum. The Fjord managed to move the ball deep into The Scrowers' half late in the first half, and in the last moments of the half with no opposition on the field between them and victory, Lars lobbed a beautiful pass out to the end zone - arcing, spiralling, - and bouncing off the back of the helmet of Lars standing in the end zone.
By the second half, if was a sparse Scrowers' team that took the field, less than half the team able to muster for lineup. The Fjord was ruthless and relentless in their assault, systematically isolating and brutally assaulting each Scrower in turn. The Scrowers scored quickly in the half but their diminished numbers couldn't stop an answering goal by Lemmy. As the minutes of the second half dwindled, so did the Scrowers numbers, one by one Medivac'd from the field until only "The Hound" Baskeet stood between Lemmy and the winning goal. Baskeet gave his best effort but was overwhelmed by numbers and could only watch from his horizontal pitch position as Lemmy danced across the field, scooped up the errant ball and glided across the goal line in the last seconds of the game for the win. Fans of both teams who watched this game will be forever scarred. Back to you Bob.
|Posted Tue Feb 13 2018 18:32:16 (last edited Wed Feb 14 2018 17:47:53) by StuGatz