…Monstre, of course, who climbs up the nearest tree, King-Kong style, with the ball, and swats at imaginary airplanes and helicopters. Gravity reminds him that he shouldn’t climb trees after so many drinks, and as he hits the ground, the ball goes flying to…
And since it’s a new page, Monstre crawls to the rim of the crater created by his fall from the tree, and holds up this sign:
would whips it towards to goal…
…where I stand, and (not sure if Scott Plaid made a legal touch) decide to pass the ball to a teammate, who will score either one or two points by putting the ball in the GOAL!
Who, not would. :smack:
The ball lands in an oblivious **MoonCat[\b]'s bowl of shrimp dip. She plucks the ball from the bowl, licks off the dip, and hurls it at the goal!
Mrr. Bad coding. Bad.
Hmmm…gonna need a ref’s ruling if the score is three-zip or four-zip.
Anyway…
…Hal grabs the ball off of MoonCat’s play, grabs his cell phone and places a quick call to Pigs ‘R’ Us. Moments later, a PRU delivery van pulls up and releases a dozen of Farmer Hamhock’s Prize Greased Pigs. Hal gives one a quick tackle and lashes the Doperball to it with a bungee cord. The little oinker joins his friends in tearing ass around the field. Hot on his heels is…
The pig sees Greenback hanging out near the goal line eating an apple. The pig charges, knocking Greenback over, and slides into the goal happily eating the apple.
Greenback raises his hands like this was all part of the plan…
GOOOOOOOOOAAAAAAALLLLLLL!!
Actually, yours was just the second touch – Hal put the ball in play after the4thmooncat scored. So I pick the ball up, drop it back into the goal, and SCORE another point for the Ferrets!
Allow me to refresh the listing of teams:
Team 1: Apparently everybody else
Team 2: Priceguy
Dog my cats. Didn’t know we’d started up again! Quickly doffing my official Benny and the Jets mohair suit, but keeping the electric boots, I grab the doperball and plasma shift my way towards the goal before passing to…
featherlou grabs the ball (can we just call it a Teh Ball and save me re-typing that every time?) and punts it down field for…
And BY the way, I’ve been in this game since it started, Mr. PriceGuy who forgets who is also playing.
gardentraveler who, in a rare moment of grace, begins to juggle the ball along with an empty beer bottle and a stray margarita glass.
That doesn’t last long, as it turns out that the beer bottle and margarita glass weren’t actually empty.
Oops.
Covered in an icky combination of liquids, she flings the ball away from herself along with the other previously juggled objects and…
GT
Gah! I fell asleep for almost an entire day! Anyway, I think the score is 5-0, Rabid Ferrets. If anybody wants to quibble, go ahead, I’m very likely wrong.
Let’s go, Team 2! Do some recruiting before I have to make some “creative” calls. 
I am entirely drunk and all the scrolling to figure out which person is on which team is making me dizzy but I think I get it from gardentraveler for a second touch?
PIZZA!!
Woo Hoo! Odin comes from nowhere grabbing the ball, tossing it from hand to hand, passing it behind his back and under his legs. He balances it on his head as he does a dance. Whooping with delight, he throws the ball like a cannon.
The head coach of the Pistons smacks his head and says, “I fwe had had him on the team, we would have won!”
Chance for a two-pointer. . .
I take the pass from Odinoneeye, take a sip of beer, a sip of a margarita, and then kick the ball in for two points!