Cashoth Pernoth, the normally taciturn Gimrothian goalminder, had several words to describe our foreigner Sherman Reinhardt's performance on Saturday night.
"So good, as if, three arrows from Bannar's quiver," he said, his mouth moving up slightly in what is for most Gimrothians an expression of pure joy.
Bannar, the national hero of Gimrothian saga, once dispatched a Gimrothian dragon with three arrows-- one to the eye, one to the throat, one to the big toe. Characteristically, as Gimrothian saga does have a kind of wryness to it, it was the one in the toe that killed it.
This night, Reinhardt's darts found their mark in the bottom left, bottom right, and upper right of the goal mouth, as the American hero slew perfectly-dubbed Holtzlund netter Dragoon Camarata with Bannarian arrows.
As it turned out, Reinhardt's heroism would not mean the salvation of Te Staff; there were many goals to go around that night against a team the timber axes of which seem to have gone dull. But it may be a harbinger of the future.
Every year our venerable and venerated team is expected to win the Grand Cup of our league's regular season championship, and every year-- it seems-- we never take the easy route up that mountain.
This year, with the addition of the large and fast-skating man from the mists, the "Merikanische"-- the outside world is none too real to us Borschers-- it is possible that there will be a new way of doing things. Maybe less fingernail-chewing, but Staff Borsch has enough tension on its own without having to resort to more brandy to keep the nerves steady during a tough match.
The venerable old bottle of Te Staff, which has been dispensing championship vintages often and often, now contains some new and strong stuff. Call it Vintage Sherman Reinhardt, or "Sherm" to his colleagues.
We all look forward to sampling more of this stuff.
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