Analysis and Commentary by Blackspine Mountains Regional Lord and Potentate, Darius Griemm.
  
Dutifully scribed by manservant Kurg.
  


At last, we have a game at home and I am able to sample the quality of our Blood Bowl Arena 
 
Vendor's food.  Why, the first thing I ate forced me to regurgitate voluminously upon Kurg!  

Although the expression of abject horror upon his face served to improve my mood considerably, the 

 
queasiness of my stomach diminished my already nonexistent tolerance for failure.  As such, I 
  
immediately absconded to the dugout and gave the team a scathing lecture on the details of why they 


are a lot of complete losers and how they must win today's game for the most noble of causes:  my 
 
dignity.  Then my stomach put and exclamation point on the whole monologue by emptying its 
  
remaining contents upon the Apothecary.