*sniggers
Guess who? Thats right… I catch the ball, and hurl it over to my good buddy…
(btw, this reminds me of bidding on eBay… trying to get that last second bid in)
Pass caught from Keapon. Where in the Wide Wide World of Sports has everyone else gone from our side? (Rhetorical question). Places ball atop cooler on sidelines, opens another beer, takes a swig and yodels into the nearly empty Cecil Adams Doperdome, “I laid your old ladie toooooooo.”
Well, we may be “good buddies” if we’re teammates in a future Doperball incarnation, but right now we’re opponents. And this game has worn me out, so before I head to bed, I check the ball into Motel 6, where Tom Bodett is leaving a light on for…
Okay, just to clarify, I take the ball from danceswithcats, but my previous post stands otherwise.
I’m rubber, and you’re glue. Sticks out tongue Waggles fingers
One last play before I’m outta here.
**Keapon ** grabs the balls, and squeezes it firmly, but not too tight. The ball makes an appreciative sound… well, more of a moan…
… oops… sorry, was thinking about something else. Anyway, the ball is back in play…
Have a good weekend, all!
I’ll take the pass from Keapon in a hope that I can sneak in a Chicken score, passing it to hopefully dances. . .
Ever the nighttime news junkie, danceswithcats is indeed awake, grabs the pass from JimSox5 and trips over a New York Times into the goal. SCOOOORREEE!!!
10-9 Chickens! Let’s Go Chickens Flap Flap Flap Flap Flap Flap! OK-that was a crappy cheer, but it 3:30, OK? Somebody take the ball (Henny Youngman) Take my ball, please.
I’ve got danceswithcats’s ball but can’t play ball worth shit, so I immediately fumble it into the hands of…
Is there another Chicken who is still awake? We can finish this series, with One Good Chicken.
And the legend JimSox5 runs in triumphantly and puts in the winning goal for the Chickens of Bristrol! Assist is credited to danceswithcats and PriceGuy.
Be damned! I’ll do a happy Chicken Dance with you JimSox5 and await the morning of shock and awe from our opponents. Thanks four your timely help!
For fore four? Bed beckons.
Don’t thank me, thank my insomnia and my Religion paper which I’ve been working on between playing here. Okay, go ahead and thank me now 
You had to know I wouldn’t let the team down.
Dances with dances
We won?!?
We won!
WE WON!!!
** starts singing off-key and out of tune *
…we are the champions, my friend…
… and we’ll keep on fighting, till the end…
bum bum bum bum
… we are the champions, we are the champions… of the world…
Wooooooo! Go Chickens! joins the celebration and hands out beer. Lots and lots and lots of beer
then waits patiently for Hal to disqualify something 
Wakes up, wanders in… Wha…? Huh? Awww.
<Checks videotape>
<Double-checks videotape>
<Calls for a yardage reading>
<Triple-checks videotape>
kssht…It’s good! Chickens of Bristrol are your official winners by a score of 11-9! Great effort by both teams!
Whoo-Hoo
(does happy dance which involves much ass shaking and rotating, is that TMI?)
I knew the might Chickens of Bristol would triumph!