It’s good! CoB go up four-zip on Team 1.
These matches are generally to 11 points, but we’ll put the 7-0 mercy rule into effect here.
<Tweeeeeeet!> Game on!
Standing idly by, beer in one hand, admiring doper men butts (sorry ladies). Suddenly the ball conks me on the head, bounces off and into the hands of…
(and I didn’t spill a drop!)
The Rancid One, who was on the ground under Swampbear hoping to catch a few spills from his frosty barley pop. I bicycle kick the ball downfield to everyone’s favorite doper…
: catches the ball from RancidYakEtc., looks around and wonders where the hell the rest of her team is… :
CandidGamera comes in with a surprise assist for harmless…
Team 1 in position to prevent the shutout…any of their teammates available to put it in the goal?
Shutout denied, as danceswithcats deftly steals the ball from CandidGamera and furiously pedals his unicycle towards the opposing end of the field before passing to…
CandidGamera deftly jams a stick in the spokes of the unicycle and takes posession… this game’s vicious, folks!
Insert word <prevention> in first parse. Brain - finger synapse temporarily out of order.
Where is that part of my brain? I know I left it here.
After regaining consciousness, removing turf from his left ear, and studying the mangled remains of his unicycle, danceswithcats brandishes an Atomic Badger Hand Cannon at CandidGamera, regains custody of the Doperball and limps downfield before passing to…
: yoink :
Thank you, very much waltzeswithpurries
Who wants it?
I do!!
Draelin steals the ball from harmless, and turns downfield to lob it powerfully (and with no small amount of grace) at …
:eek:
You heff!
: grabs Drae in a headlock with one arm and tosses the ball downfield to hopefully someone on her team :
Not So! Stealing the ball from harmless, danceswithcats remembers his vb coding and launches a long pass towards…
Enters game, takes pass from harmless, passes it to the wing, and hopes it’s caught by a teammate…
Okay, since I lost the battle of the simulposts, let’s see if I can pick off the danceswithcats pass and dish the ball to harmless or another of my fine teammates…
Me Me Me Mr. Goob waving wildly getting the attention of Sternvogel and I throw it towards the goal for a Team 1 score.
The icky ball bounces off my head once again, and heads straight to the goal. Suddenly Team 1 is screaming my name. I deny doing it. That smell ain’t comin’ from me! What? Score? I did? WOOHOO!!! This calls for a beer!
Me, Mr. Goob!
I want it!
: catches and runs :
pant, pant…
Did I score??
Well, maybe Mr. Goob did get his hands on the ball to get it into the goal. He scores for us. YAY! That calls for another beer!