(I’m pretty sure that Draelin isn’t a weekend poster-type.)
…Feydeau who absolutely does NOT want to know where you’ve had the ball.
I toss it up into the air, where it is caught by…
GT who hopes that twicks will be right back because the game seems to have leapt past her, but she could score here…
but instead, I intercept the pass from gardentraveler and hand it to…
What? I simply put it under my shirt, and it was positioned over my stomach.
…and twicks scampers back in the nick of time to spike the ball!
Oh shit, you mean I wasn’t supposed to drive a spike through the ball? My bad.
Damn. Not quite the nick of time.
twicks intercepts it and dazzles the still-nameless-team-o’wannabes with her fancy footwork as she pirouettes and shot puts the ball to …
Sternvogel, whose pass is caught by…
gardentraveler who decides that all this ball-spiking and shot-putting has turned the ball into a very comfy pillow and curls up next to the cake because it’s way past her bedtime…
gardentraveler who’s so tired, she’s catching the ball from everyone these days…
with only the stalwart insomniacs remaining, I’ll take that ball from gardentraveler and hope that one of my teammates is awake to catch this pass…
…but no such luck, twicks takes one last trot across the field on her way to bed, pausing only long enough to hand off the ball to …
meanwhile, I hope one more player on my side is awake, so they can take this pass and make the goal…
You’re not on twickster’s team anymore, Scott. It’s only 10:15 where I am. I can’t believe I caused so much confusion, and so effortlessly! 
Anyway, I grab the ball, run up to the top of the Empire State Building, and drop it on the unsuspecting…
Yes, that’s why I took it from Cats. To bad I didn’t preview just this once. :smack:
Sternvogel, who sees the play as going from Scott to Strinka to himself for a GOAL that puts Team Nameless up by a 5-4 count.
Flashing the obviously dykely referee to win the post-goal tip-off, honeydewgrrl grabs the ball and powerfully sprints towards midnight and (hopefully) a Hairy A’s teammate for the handoff…
This portion of insomniac Doperball, brought to you by Mountain Dew™. Doperballer, honeydewgrrl, wants to remind you that if you want late night ‘game’ (or if you’re a particular piano-playing lesbian in North Dakota) to “Do the Dew!”
Scott grabs the ball, goes back home, brushes his teeth, goes to sleep for five hours, then wanders back to the field and continues downfield…
… where I take the ball, grab one of honeydewgrrl’s Mountain Dews, wonder whether the entendre level of her “Do the Dew!” comment was > 1 (as well as just how many lesbian pianists there could be in North Dakota), and pass off to…
It is almost eleven! ::Scott begins making victory hamburgers, enough for everyone, in case his team doesn’t win. This in no way involves the ball::
My recipe for hamburgers:
Take a standard hamburger,
Top it with coleslaw,
add Russian Dressing,
put a slice of swiss between the bun and the burger
add chips if you feel like it.