Wyrth took a knee to run out the clock the rest of the way, ending a 38-6 rout of The Great Pond. Tossing the ball to the referee, the Allamunnic team participated in the usual post-game pleasantries before running to the locker room to hear from their coach. Huddling out of the cold inside the locker room, they sat down on the appropriate benches.
"Alright, good job, boys and girls," Baeryk Vaalburger said with a chuckle. "We're pretty much locked up a playoff spot, now. We've got one game left, for the group title against Devonta. But, unless there's some bizarre fuckery, even by this tournament's standards--" here, there were chuckles as the players recalled some of the more interesting occurrences of the last few weeks, chief among them a masked man taking the field during their second-most-recent game and shooting cake at the audience.
To say the Allamunnae had been confused was putting it mildly. Still, they had persevered, despite the weirdness, and reeled off five straight wins as they headed into their final match-up. "We're in prime position to finish undefeated for the first time in team history. We take out Devonta, and then we just have to match a legendary feat," he said with a grin. "But frankly, that is more than within this team's capabilities. We are good enough to do that. We just have to start it by going out and taking care of business in our next match. Now, who's on-board?"
The answer was a mass of shouts from the players. After all, an undefeated season was, by most reckonings, the only accomplishment the program could not yet boast. To say the Regulars were determined to pull that off would also be an understatement. So, only one game to go before the real fun began.
