…a cookie elemental, who tricks twicks (say that quickly five times) into giving it the ball in exchange for a lifetime supply of cookies. But woe! Once it has possession of the ball, the elemental sheds its disguise and turns out to be Priceguy, who cackles madly and makes a run for it, leaving the still cookie-less twickster behind.
**twick-ster, **Price-guy
****Sure as shooting sounds even to me. Thus, I give twickster a big pile of cookies, and the ball then magically appears above my head. I then leap into the sea, and swin into the secondary water polo goal set up there. (What did you think the bathing suits were for? :dubious: )
Goal.
You can’t score; twickster is on the other team.
Sorry, missed the new team setup.
Mrque Elf, who looks stunning in his Hairy A bathing suit (and has declined GQ’s offer of a modeling contract until the game is over) swims up to start the next quarter? rubber? half ? period? chukker? whatever… and passes the ball to…
twickster, who checks her legs and realizes, um, “Hairy A’s” is about right – but before she hits the showers, she passes the ball to …
Feydeau, who scores.
Next!
twickster’s pass is caught by danceswithcats who’s still getting mileage out of the Grandma getup, and using best walker form, does the elder shuffle in for SCORE!!!
Oh fart! Cursed dial-up! I’ll boot that ball into play using my open-toed sensible shoe…
Sternvogel, hoping to rally his team from a 6-3 deficit, steals and heads for St. Ives. He meets a man (which is you if you’re male) with seven wives (one of which is you if you’re female). Taking the handoff and placing it in a sack is…
…one of seven cats, from which twickster gingerly retrieves the ball. Wiping off the cat hair, she lobs it to …
One! Only one many was going to St. Ives.
… . . . .
I am sorry, where was I?
Oh yeah, I pick up the ball, throw it, hopping annother even will make a goal, and head off to lunch.
Regallag, who punts it to…
Damn!
I suppose I got it from Scott Plaid, and then release it in some commical fasion.
having snagged the pass from Regallag I stop to ooh and ah over the seven cats and seven kits each, which equals a boatload of kittens, and allow the ball which I’m sitting on the be stolen by…
Feydeau, who isn’t feeling so perky today 
, so I just pass it to…
twickster, who takes it to the GOOOOOOOOOOAAAAAAAAAAAAL!
Interesting how twickster, who dictated this arrangement, finds her squad up 7-3. Well, we’ll see what happens next game, when the Capital Letter Dopers meet the lower-case brigade. Hoping for a stirring comeback, I put the ball into play by incorporating it into an installation at a local art gallery. Approaching the piece now is art connoisseur…
Feydeau, who just doesn’t get most art. He takes the ball (that is the ball that I’ve got, right?) and drops it into the local river, where…
Sternvogel, whose local river is the Wabash, fishes the ball out of the water. He finds a really big bottle, inserts the sphere, and attaches a message. Finding the bottle is…