What! This is a genuine Blackwatch Plaid! I kick the ball right into the cover of Rush’s “Moving Pictures” album.
Grrr… I take it from teammate twickster, then.
And lose it to Sternvogel, who hopes photopat and Enterprise are around. The ball is batted to…
…Enterprise, discovering that hope sometimes prevails…off to…
twickster, who quickly whomps it to …
Sternvogel, who assumes twickster will be leaving work soon so that the Odds can finally put together a scoring drive. I fling the ball into a crowded market, and after bouncing off a dozen shoppers, it lands in the hands of…
twickster, who will be here at least another half hour – but who is going out to dinner tonight, so won’t be back till much much later once she does leave, and who in the meantime bops the ball but good to …
Scott, who starts to dance to “Blitzkreg Bop” by the Ramones.
Sternvogel, who will also be going out to dinner tonight, but will probably be on the Doperball field for about two more hours. Wishing twickster a fulfilling evening, I pass to…
Okay then, I steal from Scott and pass (after having to wait out the 60-second delay – guess the censors need to be alert for cleverly-phrased obscenities) to…
twickster, whose evening should be pleasant rather than fulfilling (spur of the moment dinner with my best friend, who probably wants to talk about his new crushee but who’s going to get an earful on life in cubicle-land) – um – but who’s playing Doperball and playing it hard, passing to …
twickster passes to me, and I pass to… A moonite? What the hell are they doing here? Watch out! They’ve got the belt.
That should be Mooninite
Sternvogel, who quickly hands off to…
Whistling under my breath, I stroll onto the court, raise one arm high and snatch the ball out of the air.
Still walking across the court I lob it casually over my shoulder without looking to…
5-sylabul scum. You arren’t scoring this time! I pass the ball along to…
Nope – he’s an even! sev-en sev-en sev-en!
you pass to **twickster and I scooooooooooooooore!
Maybe it’s “Earth Stone Seven Seventy Seven”, which is nine syllables. Goal is not official until we get the poster’s word on how the name is pronounced.
We can only hope he or she comes back in to let us know. Otherwise we’ll just have to mill around the field in utter confusion until then. Either that or hang out, enjoy snacks and refreshing beverages, and tell a few jokes.
See y’all later…
Wow. Good thing I decided to check this thread again so soon…
Yes, I am “Earth Stone Seven Seven Seven” (and I’ve been pronouncing it that way for seven years), making me even.
The goal is GOOD!