First blood (bowl)

If ever there was a weekend to introduce my boys to BloodBowl, the one on which England take their thirteenth Grand Slam has to be it!

Rather than throw the whole of the current LRB at them, I gave them six figures each, statted as human linemen (6338), and two rerolls apiece. We played the full eight turns per half, used assists, the range ruler, hand-offs, and tackle zones but ignored the kick-off table

The glaring evening sun glinting off the astroturf caused trouble for the spectators

It has been an age since I played, so I had to quickly refresh my memory of the dice rolls required. Shocking!

It started with a straightforward catch-and-run, followed by the same in return, to end the half 1-1 but with one of the rats resolutely refusing to rouse itself from its knocked-out state (Dylan Ratley?).

Despite this, a nicely worked steal of the ball and some good linking play (he was planning the order of Blocks by himself at this point) saw the rats take the lead, despite still being a man down. It cost them dear, however, as one of the vermin was splatted before his team-mate could reach the endzone. Luckily, the KO came back and it was still five against four, but with the larger team receiving.

This time the ball scattered all over the place, desperate plays ensued (picking up in three TZs with no rerolls, attempting dodging as if they had Dodge and AG5, multiple GFIs every turn). The rats had a turn that I would have been proud of (one dice blitz, pick up in two TZs, dodge into a TZ and out again, a GFI to bring it down to a long pass) but failed the 3+ catch that would have sealed the match.

The response? This:

Some careful blitzing allowed a pick up and hand off to release the ball carrier and put him on the try line. He didn't dare GFI, but the solitary TZ was easily blitzed away to give the equaliser in turn 16. A great first game, and both want to play again. Cool!

Geek parenting is ace,
Rab