Daddy's Hardhitters 8/3-08

With a historic low attendance, even though many snotlings on the Hardhitters team had brought their families for a fun outing and a hope of watching their closest kin being smashed to green pudding, the crowd had already deemed this match a dud.
The two teams had something else in mind though.
The kick-off went far into Hardhitters pitch giving one of the snotlings (come on, you can't expect me to tell a difference between those green spots) ample time to get in position to catch the ball. And catch it he didn't as he was too busy hurling abusive slang at the buccaneers. Soon both teams were taking shots at eachothers questionable origins. The ref was slow in acting, but his chainsaw made enough of an impression for the two teams to settle down and get on with the ball playing. The four ogres didn't have their eyes on the ball though and soon had a major brawl going on the line of scrimmage.
The Slaughter Bay boys was not scared so easily and happily went into the ruffle, head or feet first.

Blood bath followed. Not much attention was given to the ball and the score at half-time reflected this. 0-0.

The Buccaneers started the second half on an offensive. The Hardhitters apparently didn't expect this and soon they were one ogre down and were hard pushed to get at the Buccaneers player, Deth Methell, sprinting for their end zone. The snotlings weren't going to take this though and a green tide swept over the hapless Deth. The ball somehow ended up in the crowd and an avid fan (a family member of one of the snotlings, I bet) threw it onto the pitch again. Another quick-witted snotling stormed off after the ball, snatched it up and zig-zagged down the pitch, into the spiked fist of the onrushing Rayor Throatslitter. Reeker Badbreath, The Goblin Buccaneer was quick to snatch up the fumbled ball, but contrary to his coach and team mates' constant pleading to pass the ball downfield for players better placed for a touchdown, he decided to keep the ball for himself. A wise decision that turned out to be, as Reeker a few minutes later was moonwalking into the Touchdown Zone. Contrary to Reeker's beliefs that he did it all by himself, the sacrifices made by the other Buccaneers players to get him down field and safe, must have been a joy to watch for the Buccaneers coach. That was team play, by everyone except the one with the ball.

With both teams decimated by the violent war waging in the middle of the pitch, the last minutes of the game ticked by without any game-changing incidents. Slaughter Bay Buccaneers won a beautiful game 1-0 on a beautiful day.