Ghanima to Snakescatlady to CandidGamera…goal! 7 to 5, Mole Rats.
I think it is the cat that danceswithcats dances with.
It’s a nice cat, but I don’t want it to have too many margaritas while I do my victory dance. So - who’s got the ball?
Sternvogel puts the ball in play by taking it down the street to the Red Crown Auto Museum, a restored Depression-era gas station, where he deposits the sphere in the rumble seat of a Model A Ford. The driver is…
What is going on? What happened to the rage?
JimSox5 washes off the blue paint and this time gets the blood red out to inspire the team. He also slashes the tires of a nearby Model A because he is so enraged. That’s when he sees the ball. “Not today!” he screams as he hurls it downfield!
That’s when he saw the lone, confused cheerleader. . .
CandidGamera, in a stunningly poor grasp of the rules, spikes the ball back across the net… net? How’d that get there…
Uh oh.
Aww! Look what you did to my badmitton set! Now how is a painted red naked guy gonna win over the cheerleader?
Kicks ball at Candid in disgust, but misses (I think)
And let me also express my disappointment at honeydewgrrl. Excuses excuses. 
Ow, **Jim ** - you hit me!
I’ll just fling this nasty thing downfield…
Caught by featherlou for the SCORRRRRRRE!!!
<<spikes ball, does elaborate victory dance that involves goats, squids, and a small pot of honey>>
JimSox5 to DeVena to featherlou – Score! The Rage Machine pull within one as the Mole Rats lead it, 7 to 6.
Y’all don’t mind me, I’m just gettin’ the grill ready for some burgers. Did somebody remember to bring potato salad? I get hungry watchin’ doperball. Those sweaty shirtless (and sometimes nekkid) doper men make me work up an appetite. 
HEY! I almost tripped over the icky ball! Why is there blood (or is that red paint) on it. It might get on my white Adidas! (Dons gloves and picks up ball, dumps it onto the field) Keep this thing where it belongs. Now I’m all exhausted. I need a beer.
Monstre picks up the ball from where Swampbear dumped it. After dodging a few opponents, he summons up a burst of Monstre[sup]TM[/sup] strength, and flings the ball straight up into the air. He watches as it disappears into the upper stratosphere. Oops…
- looks at watch *
- waits *
- glances at watch again *
Well, it’s going to be a while, folks…
- starts setting up the picnic tables for lunch *
Any jelly beans at this here picnic?
…CandidGamera, testing his new jetpack, is thrown off-course by the errant ball, knocking it into the goal!
And knocking CandidGamera through the uprights for a field goal. I think that’s worth extra points…
Fine then; score using jetpacks and monstre strength. WE’VE got…naked red men. Oh, yeah, and the goats and squids.
featherlou grabs loose ball, looks around for raging teammates, passes to…
ICK! The ball touched me! EEEEEEW!!! Get it away! Get it away!
But what other strength would I have available to use?
Rescuing swampbear from that icky old ball, Monstre carries it to the other side of the field, and throws it to…