I missed Doperball?
Damn.
::Said around a mouth full of food.:: Have a burger, 'armless!
Got a chicken burger? 
I don’t know. Ask swampbear. He is the one at the grill, not me. I think I see one over there. Wait, where did he go? The burger are burning! Grab them quick, 'armless!
Well, nobody is saying that the next game has to wait until the Autumn.
The field is right in front of us and the Doperball is sitting at midfield. All we need is for someone to put on the striped shirt and whistle sitting on the bench over there.
Oh, fine, you talked me into it, Hal. Except. . .
loses shorts, finds some black and white body paint
Much better. Shall we, then?
WOOT!
Team name reset:
Team 1: A B C G H I M N O S T U Y
Team 2: D E F J K L P Q R V W X Z
Now then…
Hal charges out to midfield and lines up on the ball. Aiming for the opposing goal, he takes a seven-step drop, charges the ball, rears back, and lets loose a mighty kick –
–that he misjudges several inches low, smashing his toes into the turf. Hopping around clutching his foot in pain, he accidentally nudges the ball a few inches toward…
featherlou grabs the ball from Hal and starts running, looking for teammates to pass to.
…and she finds Priceguy who catches the ball with his teeth, makes a little spin for the crowd, and makes a mad rush towards the goal. On his way, he runs into…
Monstre, drunk from the victory party, stumbles into the middle of the field, collides with Priceguy, looks around bewildered as the ball flies into the air. The ball comes down, bounces off of Monstre’s head into the coleslaw…
WHAM! Hey, I was about to take another serving! (Guess who gets hit by the ball?)
Hal limps over to the coleslaw, picks up the ball, gives it a taste, remembers he doesn’t like coleslaw, flings it over his shoulder and grabs a cheeseburger instead. The ball dribble back onto the field toward…
Ok, trying again…
Hal limps over to the coleslaw, picks up the ball, gives it a taste, remembers he doesn’t like coleslaw, flings it over his shoulder and grabs a cheeseburger instead. The ball dribble back onto the field and into the GOOOOOOAL!!
…Priceguy again, who tries to wipe off the icky Hal Briston-ness from the ball. He fails miserably and throws the ball in the air in disgust, then pops off towards the bleachers to hit on that cute cheerleader.
Well, Team 1 is on the board with an early score, 1-0.
What’s the new handle, Hal?
I wish to register an objection. Scott_Plaid did not state who he received the ball from, therefore under rule 218.7b subsection c his touch should not be considered legal.
Team 1 will henceforth be known as The Rabid Ferrets!
Yes, I know the logo is for a different sport…and I know the “ferret” is actually a fox…work with me here, people…
Well, then don’t let him touch you.
rimshot
Although I’ll certainly defer to the ref here, I’d like to state three things:
- The “post the person’s name you’re receiving from” is to keep things clear when simuposts occur. There was no care of that here.
- The “coleslaw” bit is a dead giveaway.
- Neener neener.
And in today’s perfomance in “Statement 1"”, the role of “case” will be played by “care”. Thank you.