Packers 21 Duh Bears 33
“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