From the previous page, just to keep it fresh.
Sternvogel. who’s threatening Dick “Night Train” Lane’s record for interceptions in a season, and passes off (while reminding Feydeau that the formerly nameless team is now the Larruping Lemurs) to…
…Enterprise, who is glad that no lepers are actually involved in his team. After checking that he definitely is of the striped-tail variety of Lemur, he passes the ball to…
…Feydeau who really should be getting some work done, so decides to miniaturize the DoperBall and insert it into this here computer…
For the record, my sponsorship contract with Mt. Dew clearly stipulates that I can only play in officially sanctioned games. Hence my absence…
…which is immediately hacked by Priceguy. He downloads the ball, burns it to a CD and FedExes the CD to the closest teammate.
Reminding honeydewgrrl that many early pro football players performed under assumed names on Sunday after taking the gridiron for college teams the day before, but then remembering the SDMB ban on sock puppets and thus making clear that he is not advocating any playing fast and loose with the rules, Sternvogel discovers that his computer “bug” is actually the ball, and e-mails it to…
However, in a scandalous theft of a very suspicious-looking package, Feydeau gets the CD and tosses it, all Frisbee-like, to…
Sometimes a bug is, after all, just a bug. Sternvogel corrects his previous post, accepts the Fed Ex delivery from Priceguy, and forwards the ball to…
Ha!! Smackdown! TWICE IN A ROW!!
(and, yeah, if anyone wants to correct the team listing from earlier this page, but it ain’t my team, so…)
Cursing the slow response times inherent in his dial-up connection, Sternvogel snags **Feydeau]/b]'s Frisbee-like toss and bounces the Doperball-disc off the pavement to…
…Feydeau in a bizarre mirroring of the space-time continuum. The DoperBallCD thingy morphs into a cat and is picked up by…
…me. Because I’m such a sucker for a cute kitty!
Of course the papers the next morning have a field day, “Doperball star, honeydewgrrl, forfeits lucrative sponsorship contract when caught picking up pussy on the street corner.”
Drowning my sorrows in a local watering hole, I neglect to pay attention to the cat that may have ruined my career, and it wanders down the alley toward…
Sternvogel, who wonders if honeydewgrrl’s piano-playing friend in North Dakota is a current or future Doper. I take the cat-ball to the Purdue veterinary school, where my lesbian vet tech friend Crystal gives it some food. It is then placed in a holding cage, but let loose by…
…twicks, who does have work to do, dammit, but who has to drop the pom-poms and head to the field when the Hairy A’s need her, so she grabs the cat which she hopes like hell is the ball and drugs it into submission with some catnip, whereupon…
Hm, wrong lead-in, but good play, I think.
Feydeau drops by while still trying to work (here, can you hold this monitor? thanks.), picks up the cat, which is purring loudly, and wanders off to another jobsite, cat in tow.
Somewhere between here and there, though, the furball seems to have wandered off, to be picked up by…
Sternvogel, who’s not exactly a “cat person”, and thus palms the feline off on…
…me again. I stumble upon the poor beast in a drunken stupor. In my altered state I perceive it as Punxsutawney Phil, who (of course) I ask if he can see my shadow, and to remind me wether it is the yes or no answer that means everyone gets free pie. I decide to take Phil to the nearest bus-stop so he can get home. He arrives on the #57 where…
She humors me by reading the many posts and threads I send her, but I don’t believe she has any current or future plans to come onboard.
How’d I get on this bus? Feydeau recognizes the cat and promptly exits the bus with the cat, arriving in downtown Tokyo, where…