Hoo! What are sports and games without endless rules discussions?
I’d like to point you to the relevant subsection of the rules, which state quite clearly: “IMPORTANT: When posting, you must either post the name of the person from whom you are getting the ball, or quote their post.”
So’s your face.
When I previewed to make sure there have been no replies between then and now, I don’t see how it is not clear. Now, let me finish my last burger in peace. I was going to eat a comically large pile of burgers, but now that you guys ruined the coleslaw, I guess I will have to play.
Wait a minute! ::Rips the rule book from Priceguy’s hands.:: This isn’t a Doperball rulebook, this is a Mornington Crescent rulebook!
While Priceguy and Hal argue over the rulebook, Monstre catches the ball, quickly pointing out that the cheerleader Priceguy is hitting on is actually swampbear, who’s just wearing a skirt… then he runs off with the ball, down the street.
Realizing he needs another beer, Monstre takes a detour into the nearest bar, puts the ball down on the stool next to him, and cries out “Barkeep, gimme another!”
No it isn’t! Err… uhhh… well, in 1976 the Commission of Elders decided to consolidate the Piccadilly Circus Exception with the Cockney Gambit, so ripping the rulebook from my hands isn’t legal in the first place! I call for your decapitation under the Fifth Amendment to the Contract of the Convocation of Minor Lords in 1893!
Oy vey! And you folks wonder why we’ve only done this once or twice a year 
The coleslaw comment is a giveaway, and, in fact, more accurate than if he would have said he got the ball from Mostre, because the post leading into it ended with the ball landing in the coleslaw rather than in the air. Or that’s my take.
Outraged by swampbear’s offensive cuteness and the referee’s stubborn refusal to consider his vitally important nitpicks, Priceguy accidentally swallows the ball and continues downfield in a fit of berserker rage. Who has the surgical equipment to extract the ball? Who, I ask, who?
Hmm. . .I don’t know if I should allow that, as you didn’t actually get rid of the ball like the rules say you have to, Priceguy. . .
As an aside, that’s a pretty bold move, as I’m not sure most of the Rabid Ferrets will wait on proper “surgical equipment.”
No need for surgery, my friend!
:: Grabs rulebook and whallops Priceguy in the stomach with it, causing him to expectorate the Doperball right into the waiting hands of… ::
mooncat, who then makes a wild throw down the field to…
Priceguy, who just won’t stay the fuck down. Now he teleports downfield to catch the ball and looks around for a teammate, any teammate. Finding none, he tries to throw the ball into the stratosphere instead.
MoonCat, having gone back to the shrimp dip, is suddenly bonked on the head by Priceguy’s stratospheric ball. It bounces off her head, towards…
Scott useing his (utter lack of) leet math skills tries to postion himself where he thinks the ball will come down, if it is not hit by some mid air collision, or the last cheerleader, last seen heading into space.
Wait? what?
It hits the back of my head, and rebounds into the air, into my hands. I toss to towards where I think the goal is…
…and into Hal’s hands. He dips into his supply of fireworks (meh…so some of the neighborhood kids’ll be disappointed next week…fugg’em) and pulls out a handful of Fing-R-Gone Bottle Rockets. He duct tapes them to the Doperball, lights 'em up, and send the ball streaking the length of the field, directly to the GOOOOOOOOOAL!!!
I wanna, I wanna
Gimme! Please?
How do I make this thing go again? 
Well, we’re coming off of a score, so it’s a free ball right now. Just give it a kick, harmless…over here! I’m open!
No way. Priceguy, who has so far been the only member of his team to actually show up for the match, gives the ball a kick and watches it spin right onto the warm bosom of…
featherlou takes the kick from Priceguy. Hey, watch it. Not so hard on the girls. featherlou passes to…
Tired of scrolling… 
Excellent team name, btw.
…Hal, who flings himself in front of the ball, preventing the first Team 1 point. He gives the ball a heave downfield to…
Priceguy again, who does a double backflip over the heads of several Rabid Ferrets and runs with the ball. Once again lamenting the dearth of teammates, he passes to…