One night Marvin took me to a sporting event called Grulgr. The arena was similar to what we've got - the Grulgr court or field or pitch or whatever was at the bottom center of concentric rings of seats, most of which were occupied by some kind of creature.
From what I could tell, two Grulgr teams were squaring off, five players to a side. Each player carried a stick of some sort, approximately three feet long. The object of the game appeared to involve throwing the stick at an opponent, end over end, in an attempt to hit him. If a player was hit four times by the same opposing player, he had to leave the game. So there was a lot of chucking and ducking and running after thrown sticks. Complete chaos. Overseeing the event were four little hovering referee robots that darted back and forth above the fray like hummingbirds.
For all you sports fans I can now make this official: the loathing of sporting officials is universal. These guys depicted here spent the whole match hollering their fool heads off at the referees, despite the fact that the refs were merely animated objects and therefore impervious to fusillades of insults. I'm pretty sure these guys were robots too. Go figure.
The blue guy on the left kept extending this sinewy-metal...arm...or something and waving it as is shown. I later found out he was making obscene gestures.