The Sodium Switchblades manage to do to unite the warring citizens and their supernatural parasites than anything else; sport makes all fans equal it seems. Garou, Mages, Wraiths, Changelings and stranger creatures still sit side by side on the bleachers with the unenlightened mortals, screaming for a touchdown. Even vampires, who must watch matches on video or late night reruns, feel a great love for the local team and unsavoury Garou will charge huge prices to simply allow a leech to walk the floodlit turf of their heroes.
