Since featherlou didn’t actually pass the ball, I’ll just rip it from his hands.
I’ll also give swampbear a little show, because it’s just DoperBall tradition by now, and then put the ball on a tee, grab a golf club from the stands, and drive it downfield, off the unaware head of. . .
featherlou is a she AIR and she will beat you up for calling her a he when she’s done ogling you. 
Dammit, I knew I should have done a his/her thing because I wasn’t sure, but then decided against it for reasons I really don’t know now. Sorry, featherlou. But you still need to pass. 
<<sets up table on sidelines and begins mixing margaritas. Runs cats away from table.<<
Oooooh … the ball needs to be passed.
:: Grabs ball ::
Sorry, guys, that’s a bit too big to eat. I’ll just have to kick it over to another TRORM teem member.
Get it? “Teem”? … what’s with all those crickets chirping?
I’m reading this as featherlou to JimSox5 to Ponder Stibbons whose pass I’ll snag and rush to the goal for a SCORE!!
Where are the cheerleaders? We must have cheerleaders!
Forget cheerleaders. We need more shirtless sweaty doper mens on the field. Margaritas? Snakescatlady trade ya a beer for a margarita? I got chips and dip too. EEEEEEEEEEW! The icky ball touched my shoe again. Get away you icky thing!
I’ll carry the ball downfield, till I get bored, leaving it with…
Snickers grabs it from Swampy and snaps off with a passable spiral to, hopefully, another Naked Mole.
Go Moles!
Wait! Wait! Grabs it again from CG, and Score!
A moley, a moley, a moley!
Did somebody say guacamole? MMM… guacamole, tortilla chips, margaritas, beer, chips and dip and shirtless sweaty doper mens. This game’s kinda fun. If the icky ball wouldn’t get in the way it’d be even more fun. Speaking of beer, I’m thirsty.
Wait, wait, wait. Does this mean that there’s a Team 1 in the lead? What’s going on here? Everybody knows Team 2 dominates! More rage, TRORM! More rage!
Just to further enrage the field, I am now playing naked. At least it’ll distract swampy.
I’ll take the ball and give it a mean-spirited kick, hopefully to another member of the Rage Machine.
Sorry, JimSox, but you’ve got it right…TSNMR lead TRORM, 2-1.
Hoping to reclaim the soaring molementum, I escort the dehydrated swamp to the nearest urinating cherub drinking fountain (a not-so-distant-cousin of the urinating cherub tequila dispenser they used to have at a local Atlanta mexican restaurant, “Would you like an extra shot in your margarita, or your mouth, senorita?”), where I take the ball and punt it into the stands, hoping to recruit a few more players.
Okay, trying to intercept again - with lots of rage this time. And now passing the stupid ball to one of my illustrious, raging teammates…
JimSox5 catches the pass from featherlou (good form!) and keeps his rage going by going all Jackie Chan on the ball. . .and if any Naked Mole Rats touch it, it may be time to channel Bruce Lee. . .
Amidst evil thoughts about urinating fountains, canceswithcats snags the pass from JimSox5 and using his internet enhanced member, bats the ball in for SCORE!!
danceswithcats dammit!
Jim Sox is still sans pants? ::Scott walks off, to try and recruit former cheerleader George Bush, Jr. to participate in his old hobby.:: http://images.google.com/images?q=bush+%2Bcheerleader&hl=en&lr=&sa=N&tab=wi