I hardly think that counts.
…does it?
Snakescatlady, your post was a little late, but you can redeem yourself by catching and scoring now!
Team 1 (Hairy A’s): A B C F G H I M N O T U Y
Team 2 (Larruping Lemurs): D E J K L P Q R S V W X Z
Feydeau grabs it in his sleep and tosses to…
TWEEEEEEEEEEEEEEET*
twicks gives an earsplitting blast on the mod whistle (who gave her a mod whistle) and declares the game over, a new game begun – and new teams.
Starting NOW, the teams are rearranged according to number of syllables in the player’s username.
We thus have:
The Evens: Feydeau, honeydewgrrl, marque elf, PriceGuy, Scott Plaid, snakescatlady, twickster, et al.
vs.
The Odds: Enterprise, danceswithcats, gardentraveler, Sternvogel, et al.
No, I got the ball from Scott at 3;32, and nobody’s caught my subsequent pass yet.
Too bad, so sad, it’s a whole new ballgame.
And with that, twickster hurls the whole new ball straight up in the air. When it comes down…
…penis ensues.
This isn’t going to work. I pronounce honeydewgrrl as a five-syllable word.
dan-ces-with-cats. Four syllables. Even.
My easier-to-remember proposal: Names That Begin With Capital Letters (Sternvogel, Scott Plaid, Feydeau, etc.) vs. small-letter preferrers (twickster, honeydewgrrl, gardentraveler, and their ilk).
We’ll let her tell us how she pronounces it.
Welcome to the good team, dances, honey!
Good try – but I’ve already hijacked the teams. You’ll have to plot your revenge for later. 
Okay, I have the ball for the odd-syllable Doperballers, since nobody’s touched it since twickster’s toss. Who wants to catch this pass?
I’ll catch it. We’ll show 'em odd-syllabelled…off goes the ball to…
twickster, who has to remember not to call herself twicks while suited up for play. (And who designed these '20s style bathing suits as appropriate Doper Ball Uniforms?) Yoo hoo! Any evens around?
Right here. I look quite comical in my full body green and black striped bathing suit. I was just waiting to see what the consensus would be. I grab an old fashion leather helmet, and barrel down the line.
Consensus? It’s by fiat that twickster rules. Anyway, I grab the ball from erstwhile teammate Scott Plaid and hope an “oddie” is open.
Well, it seems to be the consensus that you’re gonna let me rule by fiat.
twickster grabs the ball, spins around, tosses it blindly … and heads for home. See y’all later! Don’t get into any mischief while I’m off doing that IRL thang!
Hoping this is not a ruse, Sternvogel reclaims the ball and lobs it to…
Enterprise makes large puppy eyes to try to get twickster to take him home with her, but failing that, catches the ball, deposits it gently on the ground, and goes to bed, it being well nigh midnight…
…where it is picked up by Hal who tosses it to the other end of the field. He then tracks back a few posts, scratches his head trying to figure out the new team convention, realizes he’s an Odd, and boots the ball in for the score!
Score 1-0 for the Odds, yeehaw!!! Slightly disoriented by the new configuration of teams, gardentraveler attempts to return a certain formality to the game, takes the ball to the center line and athletically kicks the ball into play (I’m odd, I’m odd, I’m odd…by syllable-count only thanks)…