Strinka, who strikes in the middle of the night so there’s not a repeat of the simulpost incident. He attempts to jump onto a nearby invisible pink unicorn to ride away, but instead grabs thin air. He falls and loses the ball whereby it is grabbed by…
The intrepid and dashing Monstre, who leaps high into the air with the ball and lands on a nearby roof. Whereupon he spends a good while taunting the other team, waving his private parts at their aunties, and farting in their general direction.
Then, with a flourish, Monstre spins the ball off toward the goal, to be snapped up by…
Sternvogel, who was headed to bed when he looked out his window and saw the opportunity to run outside in his pajamas, grab the ball, and SCORE! to tie the game at 5-all!
Awakening early before a trip to points unknown, danceswithcats discovers an unattended doperball and some leftover margaritas, along with stray cats. Humming Jimmy Buffet to himself, he does the stray cat strut in the direction of the Moley Goal before passing to…
Priceguy, who secretes the ball on his person and starts walking casually past the players of the other team. His ruse comes to an unfortunate end when an astute opponent notices that he didn’t have that enormous cyst on his back a moment ago, and he is forced to toss the ball randomly into the air. When it comes back, it is caught by…
JimSox5! Still groggy from only getting about three hours of sleep last night and now smeared in neon blue body paint so as to make sure people don’t confuse him as the ref, he decides the ball would make a perfect pillow. Hopefully a member of the Rage Machine will come by and put it in for two. . .
That, of course, was on the toss from Priceguy.
Monstre intercepts from the traitorous referee, JimSox5, blocking the 2-point attempt.
He runs down the field, still naked because it’s early in the morning and he just got up, and slings the ball out to…
OUCH The icky ball hit me in the head and rolled off onto the field. I need a beer and a margarita to make myself feel better now. MMMM… shrimp dip!
<TWEEEEEEEET!!!>
Ok folks, I’m back at work, so I’ve got the whistle around my neck for the next nine hours…
The score is five-all, and the Mole Rats have the ball with two touches.
<TWEEEEEEEET!!!>
Game on!
Where I trip over it while slurping on my requisite hazelnut latte, sending it inching slowly but surely past the goal line.
S! O! A! R! We know who you’re rooting for! The Mole Rats! Go! Go! The Mole Rats!
For the record, many have tried to photograph “the girls” but for some reason the images are always distorted…hmmm…
::Scott is back on the field. With him is former president Reagan. Ronnie looks quite confused, and no wonder. He is dressed like a cheerleader, but not the old fashioned male kind that wears letter sweaters and pants. Oh no. He is dressed in a contemporary female cheerleaders uniform.::
P.S. How did Scott meet Reagan? Well, in another thread Derleth accused TubaDiva) of creating a monster, since she told me how to strikethrough letters. ([del]some words[/del] For a brief period afterwards, I became zombiefied. I met Reagan at a zombie get together. Now you know, and knowing is half the battle.
The Soaring Naked Mole Rats: A B C G H I M N O S T U Y
The Rabid Okapi Rage Machine: D E F J K L P Q R V W X Z
I believe the ball is up for grabs…
Monstre to swampbear to honeydewgrrl for the score! It’s now 6-5, Mole Rats.
Bumping the lineups:
The Soaring Naked Mole Rats: A B C G H I M N O S T U Y
The Rabid Okapi Rage Machine: D E F J K L P Q R V W X Z
Well, you get your wish. In that voice I always imaged him using in Doonesbury comic, Reagan precedes to cheer for dances team (Not my team. 
) and:
Typical american cheerleader routine:
- Wave pompoms
- Hip gyration/thrusts
- High kick
- Boost a cheerleader every fourth routine or so, which just ends up looking pathetic, since there are no other cheerleaders
featherlou grabs the loose ball, and tosses to a raging teammate who for the love of god should wash off the blue paint and put some clothes on, this ain’t no Yoorapeean beach here, you know.
featherlou’s pass is intercepted by Ghanima, who runs toward the nearest table of refreshments, and takes a shot while cartwheeling, ending with a fantastic landing and a toss to…
Snakescatlady, who runs with the ball tucked under one arm toward the goal…
And CandidGamera assists for the score!
Did I score? Huh? Did I??
>>SCL heads for margaritas, trips over cat.<<
Whose cat is this anyway?