The following are just some tidbits from the Ranorian Football League's 2029 and 2030 seasons, which are the most recent and occured between World Bowl 43 and 44. If you'd like a bit more of an overview of the seasons, you can view 2029's here and 2030's here. Enjoy!RFL 2029 Season, Season Opener
Dietrich Dynamos @ Edmunton EaglesFor those who aren't aware, the Edmunton Eagles aren't exactly your stalwart franchise. Middle of the pack at best, generally aren't challenging for a title. Getting slotted in the season opener against none other than the reigning champions in the Dietrich Dynamos was widely likened to a lamb to the slaughter. Led by NSCF legend Deondre "Diamond" Rhine, Dietrich had gone 29-3 combined in the last two regular seasons and won the championship each time. And while a first team all-pro in wideout Alessandra Mio had left the team in free agency, Rhine still had the best tight end in the league if not the world to throw to in Johnny Farmer.
Well, the Dynamos got the ball first. Deondre Rhine hung back while the rest of the offense took the field to confirm the playcall. And he didn't look like he'd miss a beat without Mio. The only reason the Krauts have ever considered moving on from John Garrett took the snap out of the shotgun, and his first pass of the year was a bomb to none other than Johnny Farmer. He caught it in stride and broke one tackle, and they'd finish off the drive in five plays. Rhine himself was 4/4 for 67 yards with a touchdown pass to cap it off. And not long after, the Eagles found themselves down 14-0 when Rhine hit Farmer for the duo's first scoring connection of the season.
This thing may as well have already been over. With Kraut linebacker Sean Morgan-Horne and Iron Legion starting corner Paul Mattieu itching for an interception, there was no way anyone was throwing their way back into this game. The Eagles went three and out, and Rhine covered his ears to listen to the play come in on his helmet.
He looked back at their coach and tilted his head with a raised eyebrow. When he got no response, he shrugged, and took his place in the huddle.
For those of you who don't know, most teams run their first few plays off a practiced script, so they don't really need a playcall as the whole team has run through those plays several times in practice. This is why so many teams tend to start fast - they're good with those scripted plays.
Well, the Dynamos were out of that stretch now, so Rhine was getting full playcalls.
Do what that information - and the following snippet - what you will.
"Right, so that all sounded like gibberish. Here’s what we’re gonna do guys.” He stood up on a tip-toe to find the ball, and then took a step over to reach it as the play clock continued to wind down.
The rest of the team was confused, but Rhine's antics weren't anything new - and he won games, so it was brushed off. Johnny Farmer, who was the only one who seemed concerned, grabbed his arm to stop him. "Dude, just tell us the play."
The quarterback flashed a grin and shrugged him off. “I am!" He grabbed the football and held it in the middle of the huddle, then began drawing the play out on the skin of the ball like a middle school, recess MVP would. "Now, pay attention. You’re gonna take three steps, then cut inside…”
Penalty flags flew and whistles cut through his attempt at starting a coaching career when the playclock hit zero. Their coach pinched the bridge of his nose on the sideline, and Rhine snickered.
"Oops, anyway, so you'll go he-"
"Holy crap, you don’t know the plays, do you?”
Everyone stopped and stared at Rhine, who shook his head to both sides with a hardly-disguised grin. He didn't last long, and laughed when he offered an explanation that, from his point of view, sounded perfectly reasonable. “Hell no bro! He was saying a bunch of letters and weird words. Like Y, X, stick, lookie, it was whack!”
Johnny Farmer scrunched his eyes closed. Slow breath in. Possibly the deepest, heaviest exhale you've ever seen. "God help me, I miss Alessandra."
He knew the wideout had always given Rhine pointers before each play - but if this was as bad as it looked, he was starting to think she - a wide receiver - had been giving the quarterback the playcalls for the last four seasons.
"Not my best look, eh Chewie?" Rhine's pet owlephant and most loyal companion offered a morose trumpet, and patted him on the head with his trunk. His pet Drawk, Grendel, wasn't as supportive, rubbing at his leg for attention, but of course Mary Puppins - a Great Ranorian Wolfhound that no one is sure how Rhine got his hand on, offered her chin on his lap.
"What happened out there?" Magnus, Deondre's husband, looked concerned. Given Deondre's history with drugs and other illicit activities, his initial thought was that the off-field shenanigans were bleeding onto the field.
"Oh, I just didn't realize how hard it would be to call plays without Alessandra's help," he shrugged it off, "I never really learned our offense. She was super helpful there."
Now, Magnus Rhine was never much of a football player, but he was a fan. And he was paralyzed for a moment as he tried to process what he had just heard.
"You're telling me you never knew the plays?" Each word was slow, separated from the next with the briefest of pauses.
"Dude, I
a full game hopped up on enough LSD to kill a small horse in college, of course I never knew the playbook. Frankly I'm insulted and hurt that you didn't know better, we're married! How could you think so little of me?"
"Dude, I hate to break it to you, but that's like, step one of being a high school quarterback. You're gonna have to hit that thing like the heavy bag at the gym. Still don't know why you wanted to take an exhibition fight with Vontaze Ahn of all people.
"It'll be fun! And don't worry, playbooks can't be that hard. If they were, not everyone would do it!"
"Deondre." Magnus snapped, "There are thirty four starting quarterbacks in the Ranorian Football League. The
everyone you're referring to consists of hundreds of millions of couch quarterbacks wishing they could be."
"Eh, couch quarterback regular quarterback. Same difference."
Indianapolis, Ranoria
RANPAC Coliseum, homefield of the Indianapolis Hogs
RFL 2029 Season, Week 6
Dietrich Dynamos @ Indianapolis HogsDeondre Rhine rolled out of the pocket, looking deep - as always - and like he had no idea who he was throwing to - as was often the case this season. Down 34-14 however, he had no choice but to be aggressive, and stiff armed a rusher before lofting the ball to Johnny Farmer.
Now, Johnny Farmer is one of the best players - at any position - in the world. And had he been running a streak like Rhine thought, it'd have likely been a huge gain. But this play was a corner route, and the Dynamos for some reason or another had suffered an obscene amount of miscommunications in the passing game. With Diamond Rhine coming off back-to-back MVP seasons, it was a shocker, and this time it resulted in his fourth interception of the afternoon.
Johnny Farmer did recover enough to make a vicious tackle, nearly knocking the ball loose in the process, but helped his unfortunate victim up before turning to Rhine. The tight end made a clear effort to take a deep breath or two, and glanced back at his college teammate almost longingly before heading to the sideline.
That teammate, John Garrett, stepped onto the field late now in the third quarter. This one was well in hand against Rhine's Dynamos - the Dynamos were coming off the best two year stretch in history, but at the rate Rhine was turning the ball over, they wouldn't go anywhere this season.
His crew was already up 34-14, no reason to try and run it up, but after a pair of handoffs got stuffed for two yards, they had to pass again. "X," Garrett called out to get his top receiver's attention, "Thunder! Thunder!" Jeremiah Fletcher shot him a thumb's up and settled in, covered by rookie corner Paul Mattieu. The kid had potential, but he was clearly outmatched here, and it had shown all game.
Garrett took the snap and gave no indication that he'd be targeting Fletcher, drawing the defense to the flat before turning and rifling the ball to Fletcher just as he came out of his break on a curl route, a low pass that Mattieu never had a chance to defend. Easy first down. And then he felt a very large mass hit him in the back.
Sean Morgan-Horne had come nearly unblocked on the blitz, and quick throw or not, he had decided he was going to get his hit in. Garrett crumbled under the weight of the national-team starter, his body already in an awkward position after the pass and landed in a seated position.
Tough as he is, he barely managed to get to his feet as his offensive line went at the linebacker.
This game was well in hand, and he'd head to the locker room to allow the trainers to take a look. Garrett assured the press that the hit was nothing to worry about at the post-game presser.
An x-ray the next day revealed that he had suffered a compression of his L1 vertebrae, and was likely out until the playoffs at least,
if his Hogs could hang onto the 5-1 start he'd led them to.
2029 Ranorian Football League Championship
Indianapolis, Ranoria - Garrett HouseholdJohn Garrett couldn't help but be somber, cradling his sleeping daughter, Angelina, as he watched Byron Joseph run wild in the championship.
The Kohnheadian superstar was long overdue for his first ring, and hanging 44 on the best defense in the league to cement it was a hell of a sight. All the passion and moxie he'd shown at Kohnhead City University came pouring out, with cameras zooming in after he threw his third touchdown of the night. Joseph pointed to his ring finger as the score went to 44-30, and embraced a longtime teammate in Herman Whitworth shortly thereafter. There was some silver lining for Garrett - he'd had his fair share of duels with Byron by now, and the kid was a legend in the making. He'd fought like hell for that championship and it was by now
long overdue - the fact that it came with his collegiate co-star in Whitworth certainly made it all the sweeter for him.
But Garrett had, of course wanted to be the one celebrating.
Garrett pursed his lips and dipped his head. Two straight World Bowls and three MVP awards, he had his share of hardware. But with only two RFL championships his domestic success just wasn't there. For a quarterback who'd put himself in the discussion for best in the world, much less the league, his lack of total dominance at home was nothing less than shocking.
"She couldn't quite make it through?" Sarah Garrett cut through his monotony, and herself had hardly stayed awake to watch the big game. It was a small affair without any family or friends in the house to join them, but John had no intention of making it to a watch party. Love the sport or not, watching someone else earn the most sought after gridiron title this side of the World Bowl itself stung, and in his physical condition, well, he wasn't fit to move around much anyway.
"No," he scratched at the top of the sleeping kid's head, "Surprised she made it to halftime though." He went to pick stand up with her, and Sarah was up in a flash, pressing down on his shoulder just enough to keep him down.
"And as stubborn as her old man," she chastised, lifting up the rag-doll esque form of their sleeping daughter, "You're not cleared to pick up that much weight for another week, I don't want you aggravating your back."
2030 Ranorian Football League Semifinals
RANPAC Coliseum, homefield of the Indianapolis Hogs
Ranoria City Falcons @ Indianapolis HogsThis was supposed to be the summit of what was achievable in this league. Every record in the book - granted, mostly his own already - had been shattered. An offense that had averaged nearly forty points per game on an absolute warpath. First seed in the playoffs, John Farmboy Garrett had come back from his latest injury with murder on his mind. He'd even been as vocal with reporters as we'd ever seen him, calling out those who doubted he'd be the same player when he came back when they interviewed him.
And here, it was all slipping away against a team in it's second year after a complete reboot. Head coach Dennis Zervos, quarterback Sarai Gwenderyn, wideout Alessandra Mio, all in their second year with the team.
Garrett ignored the scoreboard that showed he was down 30-15, he ignored the clock that was just ticking down to four minutes left to play, and he took a third down snap with his season on the line. Jeremiah Fletcher was double covered, but protection was good and he was the only deep route called. Garrett knew damn well he had to take the shot, and he stepped up to deliver a bomb of a throw.
Fletcher went up to attack the ball, but the safety overtop him punched the ball from his hands, and the corner underneath just happened to be perfectly positioned to snatch it away.
Ballgame.
He knew it the second it happened - the Falcons were down three running backs, but Zervos, rather than rely some chump off the street, had taken to running a five wide offense and employing Gwenderyn as a runner. It worked. She'd gotten at least eight designed runs in each of their last six games, and in this one she was the one to run the clock down to zero. John Garrett could only watch as the Falcons marched their way to the second massive upset they'd pulled in these playoffs.
He of course shook the budding star's hand after the game, offered her what advice he could, but later he'd admit that he didn't have much to offer. "There's not much I can do that Gwenderyn can't," he offered when asked at the post game presser, "She's as talented as they come, experience is the only advantage I have there."
A strong endorsement from a player who'd just produced video-game like numbers during the regular season. He'd make that his last comment, however. This one had stung and he couldn't hide it forever.
Farmboy kept that stoic demeanor in the tunnel and in the locker room. He wasn't going to let the team see how defeated he felt after this one. Offered a few condolences in the form of "there's always next year."
He'd have to turn it around quickly with the World Bowl coming up soon now, but
Two days after 2030 Ranorian Football League championship
Garrett household
Indianapolis, Ranoria"John?" Sarah called from the second floor balcony, "How would you feel about going on vacation for a few weeks?"
Now, John Garrett was not a happy camper. And he had a right to that - he'd just had the greatest regular season in RFL history only to be shut down in the semifinal and watch the championship game from his couch.
Regardless, he was currently playing the "try and wake me up" game with his two young children. After all - "Daddy's tired" and "Not right now" are often just met with a "No, come play" in that scenario. Angelina was trying to work her way to his eyes by pulling at his ears, and his son JJ was more interested in trying to pry his arms apart.
Regardless, he lifted his head, ruffling Angelina's hair when she squealed in delight, "Sure honey, where to?"
She didn't answer immedietely, making her way down to the living room and sitting on the couch beside the rest of her family. Just the slightest smirk caught on her lips, and she set Angelina onto her lap as she gave her first suggestion, "Marray is nice this time of year, beautiful beaches over there."
"Where's it at?" He asked, propped his chin on his hands and looking up at her, weary.
"Oh, you've been there before, some country called Tumbra?"
John's eyes went wide, fists clenching immedietely at the thought. "Oh hell no, no.
No. Never again. We're not going over to freaking Tumb-" He realized what was going on when Sarah's attempt at restraining a laugh turned into a snort, and he glowered. "Yeah, real funny."
"Daddy! Don't say that! That's a bad word!" Angelina chastised, waggling a tiny finger at him.
"You're right Angie, I'm sorry.'"
"No no no Daddy." She crinkled her brow and pursed her lips in mock anger, and John could only roll his eyes.
"Alright, alright, where were you thinking really?"
"Well there's always Istria..?" She didn't even try hiding it at this point, and John rolled over, covering his eyes with his arm.
"I'd rather cut my..." he stopped, uncovering one eye to see if his children were still there, then changed course, "arm off than put any money into that filthy city's economy unless it's to watch Richardson put them in their place. Not that it's the city's fault, hard to have any sort of class with that university around."
"Oh, you mean Loooyooo-" she strung out the word until he cut her off.
"Don't say it," he snapped playfully, starting to smile himself now and peaking out from under his arm, "We'll have to move if you pollute the air of this house with that name. C'mon now, you've gotta have somewhere in mind."
"Since those don't suit your fancy," she clucked, "Esperance is nice this time of year. Nice little maritime town in Quebec and Shingoryeo. Couple of small resorts, not enough people that you'll be hounded by your adoring fans." She walked over and relieved them of their daughter at least, slinging the youngster over her shoulder to elicit a squeal of delight. "I've heard they've got acupuncture to die for, too, could help a bit with how beat up you are these days, old man."
Garrett winced when JJ suddenly jumped on his head, and offered a strained nod, "Sounds perfect, honey."