Poor Snuka. He was so proud of those stolen wickets. Now they will accompany him to eternity, and some archeologis in the far future will be thoroughly mystified by this never-before-seen kind of grave goods.
I mean, Snuka has been a teenage mummy before…aside from a few occassions on which he wasn’t a mummy, but wore bandages all over his body for other reasons. Still, this is a serious situation. In all of those earlier instances, he wasn’t locked in a sacrophagus.
Will his friends figure out a way to save him? Will the match officials even give them the opportunity for that, before the pressing rules question has been answered? And can that question ever be answered if even a man…bear… uh…Troig…man-bear-Troig-thing with the kind of experience Yogi has, backed up by an extensive library of rulebooks and commentaries, seems to make no progress in arriving at a solution?
Riko doesn’t seem terribly optimistic. Yogi is not the…uh, man-bear-Troig-thing to give up without a fight, but he does admit that his sanity is slipping, and it’s never even been that great to begin with.
In one word…followed by two more, it looks grim.
More on Thursday.