Presents...
Gabbing on Gridiron
with Dara Keane
WORLD BOWL XLI RECAP: MATCHDAY TEN
Abanhfleft 14 7 3 3 27
HUElavia 0 3 3 7 13
Well now. Now this is actually completely unexpected as well. Are you really telling me Abanhfleft managed to pull off the impossible yet again and squeeze our way into the playoffs despite possibly not deserving it at all? That's impossible. That's not supposed to happen. Is the universe finally about to implode? Well, it can't be worse than trying to divide by zero. Oh well. We're still here, aren't we? Then again, how can our puny little minds even comprehend something as the destruction of the universe? Maybe the universe has already ended but our limited human minds can't understand anything other than our measly little lives. Wow. This got philosophical real fast once again. I really must try to stop declaring plucked chickens from the butcher's as being men.
Back to football now. I always thought our fans in our stadia were among the noisiest things ever known to mankind. The Stadium of the Old Forester only packs in 40,000 or so people but on a packed day with either Ludogorets or the Lumberjacks playing at home, you literally can't hear your conscience inside. That probably explains why there's always at least one away fan who gets into a punch-up with a local fan every time the aforementioned teams have a home game, but that's another matter altogether. I always thought Markovskites in particular, and Flefts in general, were very loud and vocal fans. And then I went to HUElavia to watch our World Bowl game against them, and I was introduced to a whole new level of deafness. It was literally like standing in front of a speaker during an techno or trance concert. I can feel the bass slamming against my chest and liquefying my insides. I really think Wes Soderlund walked away from our game against these guys with not only a shoulder flare-up but also bleeding eardrums. Probably everyone else did too. I know I felt like the same.
But now it's time to introduce the craziness of Fleftic home fans to these people, specifically those from the Kammala-Immola Twin Cities area. The Garufaloe Cobras ain't always the best team in the FNLAF, but their fans are among the loudest, rowdiest, most passionate of the lot. Not as loud or rowdy or passionate as us Markovskites, of course, but they're up there. And once Adeodato Schiavo kicked us off, the place was literally indistinguishable from that place in HUElavia were we first played them. Surely you would prepare for any side that has a reputation for having very loud fans, and I'm sure that the HUElavians have more than adequate training playing in their own place, but even they must have been caught by surprise by the initial wave of sound that hit them. That probably explains why they were held scoreless in the first quarter. As to how we were able to score two touchdowns in the same period, I can only shrug my shoulders. Looks like the myth of poor Glenn Poore is finally getting shattered, at least until the next game. As long as his O-line holds firm, Glenn Poore can tear some shit up. And if you're all wondering why I'm singing the praises of a non-Markovsky Lumberjack, just remember that it was the Lumberjacks that drafted Glenn from KSU (Kimmirut State University) and gave a run out for half a season after Agostino Ionnini busted up his ankle.
HUElavia were able to adapt though, and after four quarters of hard work they were finally able to get to the end zone with a Diogo Fernandes catch, but by then it was too late. Abanhfleft were also beginning to trail off in scoring production, but thankfully the game was over before HUElavia could truly capitalize. But now that leaves us with a date with destiny, and destiny's name is Cassadaigua. One thing about Cassadaigua, is that you never take them for granted, no matter what the sport. Football, baseball, lacrosse, basketball, gridiron... you ignore Cassadaigua at your own peril. But even though I am sure that our team is going to take our next opponents very seriously, I still feel disappointed in the end. The aim of this team was always to make it further than the Round of 16 that we did the last time around. But it looks like our journey is going to end in the same place it did last World Bowl. And I don't know why really, but it just made me sad all of a sudden. This really feels more like menopause than a mid-life crisis, even though those two things could happen at the same time under the right circumstances. I just have a bad feeling about this, is the bottom line of what I'm trying to say here. Goodbye, World Bowl XLI. We hardly knew ye. Arlen Somerset-Cox, Arlen Somerset-Cox, Arlen Somerset-Cox....