Everything did not go according to plan, man.

All my underhanded shenanigans went for naught. The fighting Starkville Maroondogs (word to Brad Farmer) could not come away with a victory. In retrospect, I suppose I should have known that the Carolina players I bribed were going turncoat on me when they knocked that poor heavyset Caucasian fellow out of the game with a broken collarbone. Alas, the Georgia boys will have to do the deed themselves next weekend. In the meantime, I have some welshers to work over.


A reenactment of me taking my money out of Blake Mitchell's hide. Blake Mitchell apparently played by a pre-tragedy Doctor Otto Octavius. Myself possibly played by Namor the Submariner.