Hmmm… think I’ll go over to the field and see if JimSox ever managed to get his pants back on.
What’s this? The icky ball is just laying here. It’s trying to touch my shoe! Ew! Ok, I’ll just give it a little kick to get it outta the way so’s I can put my cooler down. I mean it’s almost 9:00 AM and I ain’t even had my first beer yet!
Yes, swampy, I got some shorts on after changing out of the ref outfit. Now I’m going to kick this ball I got from you a very long way and run toward it, hoping you won’t sneak up behind me.
Ok folks…the Official Ref is back on the field. So far, the Chickens of Briston…err, Bristol lead Team 1 by a score of three-zip. JimSox5 of the CoB was the last one to touch the ball.
C’mon, Team 1…let’s make this interesting! <Tweeeeeeeeet!> Game on!
Ah, swampy, why do I bother wearing pants at all? I ignore my nakedness from the waist down and grab CandidGamera’s kick. From there I will begin to dribble the ball, until I try to do a spin move. Then the ball bounces off my foot into the hands of. . .
Hey! The icky ball almost knocked a beer outta my hands. Watch it willya? Geez! Eyes JimSox nekkid booty and tosses the ball back out onto the field where…
I only do it for you, swampy. Anyway, I’ll take the pass from Regallag (who I think is on my team), and throw it towards a Chicken, hoping for the score. . .
danceswithcats who was watching the three way ball fight between Regallag, swampy and CandidGamera with amusement. Loading the Doperball into his 1920s Style Hello Kitty Death Ray®, he blasts the ball at near warp speed downfield to…