Wrenchslinger who, tired of watching all the action from up above has left his spotlight nest atop glorious Cecil Field (NICE luxury boxes still available) and rappels onto the bloodsoaked turf. Freeing himself from his lines, he adriotly sidesteps the unconsious form of a now lukewarm toddie and unleashes a perfect spiral 40 yards downfield to
Draelin, who clears the goal for another point! I can’t believe this, folks! The Chickens are positively on FIRE!! Can anyone stop them???
Eh, I give up. Our half the alphabet is lazy.
(APPEAL)
Hey Hal. if you’re going to allow Keapon Laffin’s interception of off me in post #159 despite his failure to identify the previous poster, you should also allow swampbear’s post #170 kick of the ball after JimSox5 had left it lying around for an hour and a half.
If my protest is too late or otherwise falling on deaf ears, and Draelin is credited with the score, I’ll place the ball in a Federal Express package and expedite shipment of it to…
I was wondering why I got a call from the loading dock. I’ll take the package from Sternvogel wander over to the clean room at the plant and run it through the ultrasonic cleaner.
Now that it’s all shiney again I’ll launch it out of the 90,000 CFM air duct system back towards…
Sternvogel, your appeal is duly noted and accepted. We’ll give the FHT a point to make up the difference.
In addition, sorry Draelin, that last score of yours didn’t count. The last legal touch was by CandidGamera in post #179.
We’re currently at Chickens of Bristol: 6, Flamin’ Hot Toddies: 2
CandidGamera has the ball. <Tweeeeeeeeet!> Game on!
Huh? What? looks at the ball Oh, no. Not again!
CandidGamera stop lookin’ at me! I don’t want the ball. Awww… dangit! She aimed it right at me and almost made me drop my beer and it’s only my tenth one of the day! Sigh Ok, I’ll toss the ball out to…
HMMM… Hal is standing close by and looks like he doesn’t see me so I think I’ll sneak over and PANTS HAL BRISTON HA! HA! HA! HA! HA! HA!
Sorry, swampy…If you would have taken the time to read the Official Doperball Rulebook, Chapter 4, Section 9, Rule 19, Subsection vii, you’d know that Doperball refs are specifically prohibited from wearing pants.
Since the Ref clairified who had it last, it looks like;
Candid to Swampy to Me
I throw for the score. Huzzah!
…and it’s good! That brings us to –
Chickens of Bristol: 6, Flamin’ Hot Toddies: 3
<Tweeeeeeeet!> The Doperball is back at midfield…Game on!
CandidGamera grabs the ball, fighting his way through SDMB lag in slow-motion…
Draelin, moving at regular speed, distracts CandidGamera with a naughty innuendo or three and steals the ball, running downfield to pass it off to …
Me again, Draelin is in slow motion and ineligable for this play, Swampy where are you?
::Toss::
Arrrgh! I meant that CandidGamera is ineligable having already touched the ball this play, well now so is Draelin and me .
Need colored names or something to keep us straight.
No one is currently ineligible, Mr. Goob. You’re a FHT who took the ball from a CoB. Remember, anyone can touch the ball after a change in possession.
Right, I’ve been drinking Swampy’s beer and got confused. I thought it was between points.
So c’mon any A B C G H I M N O S T U V people out there?
::kick::
Wait…does this mean post 164-166 don’t count as a goal then?
: takes the pass from Mr. Goob :
Team 1
Steals ball from harmless.
It seems the tables have turned. It is I who is stealing the ball.
::Runs off giggling, leaving the ball right where he stood.
The way my own team is doing me, I think I may need to form my own! 
Me, Myself and I will take you all out! 