Mephisto was a better game, and I felt like I was getting into a good rhythm with myself and the other O-liners. Henry with the nasty grab:
Next was GOAT. I fucking hate this team. We were playing pretty well with them for most of the game, but ended up getting owned 14-10 or something. I played decently, but really got into with #21 (short, beard, asshole, mixed worlds? real cool). He called a foul, then threw. I called it back, he got mad, started talking shit about CUT (what? how?), they turned it, and then I scored on him upline as I talked shit to him (see picture). He then went out of his way to kick me while I was down on the ground later in the game, and then I BLEW up at him. Boo. Sometimes this game just doesn't make me feel good...

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