Trying to distract the evens – I was saying, I’m an even, and I wasn’t distracted.
My jokes get funnier as the day wears on, honest.
And with that twickster plucks the ball out of a vat of gnocchi and carries it out to the river, where she flags down a passing submarine. Upon boarding the sub, she finds…
…Enterprise, unevenly piloting the submarine. Say, what’s the fastest connection to the North Pole from here? Anyway, getting his sub stuck fast to a treacherous shoal of the river, he jumps ship and heads off cross the Appalachians to the East…
I’ve been whooshed in a Doperball thread…this is a new low for me…
Snags ball from enterprise and lobs it – very, very gently – to teammate honeydewgrrl …
But Marque Elf snags the pass from Twickster and then realize that the wheel of karma has turned and Twickster is now an even teammate. Are we still the hairy A’s? He looks for someone who looks even to pass the ball to when:
Monstre comes along, converses with Marque Elf long enough to verify that they are indeed now on the same team, as other players mill about the field in a confused state. Monstre calmly accepts the handoff from Marque Elf, realizes he is the 4th touch in a row, and walks the ball across the goal line for 2 points.
Monstre then realizes that honeydewgrrl was only reporting her own whooshedness and was not a touch. So it’s only 1 point for the Evens, but it’s still a GOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOALLLLLLL!
So I bring the ball back into play? Off it goes to…
Sternvogel, who will now catch up on the reading the thread after he passes to…
twickster, who’s also finding the folks at work a bit importunate today, interfering with her Doperball, reffa steffa shneffa, but she sprints across the field and kicks the ball (which looks like a ball at this point, how odd), to …
Feydeau, who grabs the ball, counts its syllables, and gets even more confused.
Picking up a dictionary, he forgets the ball, which is picked up by…
[d]danceswithcats** reminds Feydeau that “ball” is monosyllabic, even though it doesn’t rhyme with GOAL, which is what I’ve scored.
the “d” in my coding is for “lysdexia”, which starts with a “b” :smack:
With that score, the monosyllabic ball seems to be once again in play, and Feydeau grabs it and squishes it into a very small Petri dish, in order to watch it morph…
which is another monosyllabic word, leading twickster to wonder if she’s playing with Gary Cooper (another “even”) here or a Mad Scientist (also “even”) or what. While she wonders, the ball morphs into a Mobius Strip (even), which sproings forth from the petri dish and lands on…
Sternvogel (odd), who throws a pass to…
Monstre (even odder) – who flings the ball wildly in the other direction to…
Regallag the Axe, who uses his axe like a baseball bat, hitting it to…
Sternvogel, who has finally read the already-infamous thread in which a Hal Briston impersonator announced Hal’s ovine predilections. While thinking of lyrics to a song parody (the record should feature a big horn section), I pick off the wild fling and head for San Merino, where I am met by…
Since Regallag posted as I was composing, I take the pass from him and look for an odd-syllable teammate who can put this ball into the goal.