Wait, I’m confused…Feydeau caught the ball I had prepared my witty and sentimental “glad you made it back” for, so I was allowed to touch it after Sternvogel passed on, no? And since I beat Feydeau by a meagre minute just now, it’s still just lacking a third Lemur touch?
No, wait, I grab it from Enterprise.
I priviewed, and then hit the submit butti=on by accident)
Let me try again. I grab the ball, and hoof it without realizing where I am going.
Enterprise had it, then Sternvogel had it (hoping to pass back to Enterprise). But you can’t touch the ball again unless it scores or goes to the other team. Which it has now. I think.
Eh, I dunno. Carry on.
Yes, Enterprise, I got possession by stealing from Feydeau at 2:26 after he intercepted my toss at 2:21, so you were an eligible receiver, as your two intervening posts were both nullified. Nobody’s directly responded to your 2:28 post yet, so it’s still our ball. On preview, I see Scott got a legal touch at 2:34, but passed up a scoring opportunity. So we can finish it off here, as long as a fourth Lemur is around.
But – and it’s a very big but! – there is no fourth Lemur in sight, so Feydeau grabs the ball, and promptly goes into yon cave.
For a nap.
twicks tiptoes in, hoping like hell there’s a third Hairy A anywhere nearby…
:smack:
Oh look! A deep, dark cave. (repeat)
Can’t go over it (repeat)
Can’t go under it (repeat)
Can’t go through it (repeat)
Got to go in it. (repeat, close eyes as you pretend to enter the cave)
Oh,oh! It’s dark in here. (repeat)
I feel something (repeat)
It’s a ball!
Here is another thing!
It has lots of hair! (repeat)
It has sharp teeth! (repeat)
It’s a bear!! (children love to scream this part)
Sternvogel, who just decided to go spelunking for the first time, sees the ball perched atop a stalagmite that (in the darkness) looks something like the traditional representation of the Virgin Mary. He sends a text message about the find to the National Enquirer, which has just hired…
Me, how is working alomng side these guys. I toss my last post in the trash, (Can I do that?), and then write a report about the UF which is dropping balls out of nowhere. Suddenly, Batboys comes along kidnaps the ball.
Scott, you legally got the ball (bear?) from twicks. My 2:57 post was late. I then wrote a correction, which was apparently eaten by the hamsters (if something about the vision of Mary turning out to be a hallucination shows up eventually, that’s the message, and it should be ignored). I took the ursine sphere from you, and now have it. Goal opportunity for the Lemurs if one catches this pass…
…but nooooooooooooo, twicks somes in, snaps a few pix of sternvogel gawking at the Marian apparition (once a sociologist of religion, always a sociologist of religion), and scampers out of the cave. Stopping at the concession stand that someone built while we were all in the can, I order a soda and fall into conversation with …
Paging Dr. Freud! 
Sternvogel, who wonders what flavor of ice cream you have in your soda, then realizes you mean “pop” (once an English major, always an English major). Grabbing a Cherry Coke for himself as he steals the ball, he passes off to…
Me, drinking a Cream Soda. I pass the ball from hand to hand, looking like a member of The Washington General trying to improve himself, then pass it to…
Feydeau, groggily walking out of the cave (what cave? where??) having been rudely roused from a peaceful nap. Looking worriedly at the ball, he passes it to…
Me, again. Boy, you really need more sleep.
Sternvogel, who hopes the Lemurs can soon wrap up this game as his toss is fielded by…
Snakescatlady who throws herself, the ball, a cat, and two ham sammiches into the goal.
This time Scott wins the battle of the simulposts, so I catch his pass and look for a Lemur to convert the opportunity.