“With a final surge, I pulled everything I had left from the now stained, yet glorious, tundra. Staggering to my feet, I reeled and swayed in a gnarly yet determined ascent. I wiped the foul sludgy concoction of mud, grass, blood, sweat, snot, saliva, and shit from my face and gazed down at Duh Bear in the Throes of Death. I knew that I had killed him long before he actually fell for the final time. In his bestial majesty, he continued to fight until the last, and actually could’ve “evened the score” with a desperate lunge that barely missed my vitals. The account settled, I rejoiced in an incredible feeling of being alive. Soaking in the sights, the smells, the sounds, the feeling, and of course the tastes of the moment, I was in a Nirvana-like symbiosis of Peaceful Invigoration. Nothing else mattered, and never could in such a moment, before, after, good, bad, Godly or heathen…”-Excerpt from Slaying Duh Bear
All eyes watched in disbelieving horror as the agonizingly slow, yet certain, clutches of death finally pulled the 2019 Season into oblivion. Widespread and varied clans clad in differing styles of green and mustard gathered around the corpse. There was no need to check for a pulse. Someone from the outer reaches offered steadily and dutifully: “The Also-Ran is dead.” In response, with eyes to the horizon, and in solemn unison, Packer Nation dutifully finished with a balanced and reserved “Long live the Also-Ran…”
