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10 May 2009
Indoor Football in Billings
This was not the final score, as I think Alaska scored another touchdown. This was my first Outlaw game. They play at what used to be called Metra Park. Four fifteen minute quarters with the clock just running except for penalties. There were lots of those. Many of them were for obscure procedural calls that the usual awful PA system obscured even further. Oh yes, I almost forgot the moronic announcer.
The Outlaws looked like they had played this game before, both offense and defense. Alaska needed a little work on most aspects of the game.
It was fun, combining some elements of ordinary football, some hockey with numerous checks into the sidewalls, and some pro wrestling with dopey posturing at either end for whatever reason. These guys are mainly very fast as you might expect from an eight vs. eight man game with two backs in motion on offensive plays. When I say in motion, I mean they start before the ball is snapped, which might account for the blurriness of the two guys in white on the right. They can catch passes or block or whatever.
The fans, all four thousand of them, were a little more aggressive than the average crowd at what used to be called Cobb Field here in Billings.
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