Satyrday – Aghast 15, 2601
New Ork, New Ork
Game # 4
The clerics insist that the mager league games on Earthe are merely a reflection of the heavenly duels between Bruthe, the God of Clout, and Cyung, the God of Fling, and their fellow godlings. Whatever … sixty-nine thousand bloodball fans being mere mortals and having their minds clouded by drafts of Borderline Beer & Ale, instead concentrated on the Weird Series on solid ground at Yankneck Stadium in the Honkx this weekend.
The first two innings were a piece of grubcake as second-game flingers New Ork SP Pittracker and Dagger SP Crystalcutter faced each other again and both drew circles on the scoreboard. In the top of the turd inning, that annoyance, Grandsmiter, singled and, as is his way, stole sockem base. Deepdigger’s fly to wight dropped in like bird poop and Grandsmiter scurried home like a water rat – his ludicrous legs moving so fast no sling was attempted to get him. The Daggers had a slim 1-0 lead. In the bottom half, Yankneck Dragonslayer led off with a double but died on hurt base like a dried-out dung beetle.
Ticob, another god of clubbing and racing, must have given the Daggers his blessings in the 4
th. Four straight clubbers singled off Pittracker, the fourth by C Goldpick drove in two with the bases loaded with odious Orcs.3-0 Daggers. Seemed like a replay of Friesday’s victory. Not to be outdone, Bruthe lent New Ork’s Ling Mountainpacer his club and the fist baseman slugged a 398’ homer to elfield. The Necks were on the scoreboard. 3-1 Daggers.
Gravelshard relentlessly smacked that bloodball singling to start the 5
th. Continuing to play small bloodball, Gravelshard stole sockem and Copperpick doubled him home. The Daggers increased their lead 4-1. Stonedrill’s two-out single in the 6
th brought in New Ork’s second run narrowing the score, 4-2 Daggers.
After the 7
th inning stretch – pulling a drunken Halfling apart who had wandered onto the field, the bloodball trickster god decided to get into the action. The Yanknecks had enough of Gravelshard apparently, and Pittracker flung a thunderball right at his foot taking him out of action for the game. Redbellows became the punch-runner and was ceremoniously belted in the right shoulder as is the custom by fist baseman Mountainpacer. Redbellows was racing – he stole sockem and then hurt base! He scored on a double slay ball. The Daggers were up by three, 5-2. The Necks got a run on a double by Mancrusher, 5-3 Daggers.
Into the nerve-racking 9
th and the Daggers were confident that they could even the Series. Surprisingly Crystalcutter was not pulled for a reliever. Even the Dagger bullpen hurlers wondered why they weren’t being called in. On a 1-1 fling, Dragonhammer got hold of one and blasted it 460’ deep into the elfield stands! 5-4 Daggers. Brute smiled above. Smell Gallonjug announced, “There goes another Borderline Blast!” raised his beer bottle and took a long swig. Quarryminer and Monstender were gotten out, and the Yanknecks were down to their last out. Screaming and deranged Brokenlymb fans in the stands chanted ”Slums! Slums!” urging on their beloved bloodball heroes. The silent and worried Yankneck fans squirmed in their seats their claws digging into the necks of the fans seated in front of them.
Prayerbronze, 0-4 so far against Crystalcutter, crossbolted a single just beyond the grasping claws of the shirtstop, Deepdigger, and the Necks had the tying run on fist. Crystalcutter was careful with Darin Giantkiller who watched the first two flings pass him for balls. Giantkiller was given the greenskin light and fowled off the next two flings. 2-2 count, two outs. Crystalcutter shook off the first two hex signs by grabber Goldpick, challenged Giantkiller with a fireball, and Giantkiller sent that speedball deep into the elfield . Smell Gallonjug nearly fell off his chair in the bloodcaster’s booth. “That bloodball is going, going, gone!” Galllonjug upended his beer bottle and drained it! “How about dat dinger!,” he screeched. A 459 foot homer. The Yanknecks had rallied to beat Brokenlymb 6-5!
Bruthe, the God of Clout, was ecstatic and accepted the twin homers in the 9
th as his rightful sacrifice. Not so the Daggers. They were one fling away from tying up the Series. With the loss, Brokenlymb was down 3-1 in games and had their ugly greenskin backs to the urinal. Stunday’s fifth game was a must win or it would be a long spiteful winter in Spatbush.
