We’ll operate on honesty, how about a young/old game? If you’re a doper born before 1980, you’re old, and the kids are those born within or after 1980? I’ll put my money on treachery and skill over youth and enthusiasm.
Funny idea. It will be a real PITA keeping track of the teams, of course… esp. for us old folks who have problems with our short-term memory. 
HEY! Get yer damn doperball off my lawn!! 
Well, I’m here now, and thus suggest we try my idea, Names That Begin With Capital Letters vs. the lower-case brigade. If that proposal’s accepted, I’m twickster’s opponent. If the Generation Gap concept wins, she (older than I am) and I (born 1959) are teammates. I’ll put the ball into play and let the next poster (other than danceswithcats) decide the format.
Then I’ll decide that we’re doing capital versus lowercase, because the age thing would be a serious pain in whatever rearward corporeal portions you see fit to keep around.
Oh, and I’ll kick the ball too.
Wait a minnit! I was going to decide that. Good thing you made my decision! 
I catch the ball and run back across the field with it until…
Sternvogel, now your opponent on the field of Doperball honor, steals and tosses a screen pass to…
Some inattentive teammate. Who botches the catch, drops it and mr bus guy, alwaya attentive, scoops it up, runs to daylight and promptly falls flat on his face causing the ball to skip free where it is scooped up nimbly by…
Sternvogel, who hopes some of his Upper-Case Teammates are around as he places the ball on the shelf of a concession stand, where it is discovered by…
Feydeau, who wonders what new rule has been put into effect this time.
Distracted by a shiny thing, the ball rolls softly away, where…
Of course, I grabbed the ball from Sternvogel.
but now I’ve folded it into an ipod and tucked inside a passing lower caser’s backpack where you’ll never see it again…
(mumble mumble mumble dan-ces-with-cats - damn, I can’t touch the ball again till – wait! They’ve CHANGED THE DAMN RULES AGAIN!!)
I find the backpack and retrieve the ball, and pass it to…
gardentraveler, who takes the ball from Upper-Case team member Feydeu, transforms it into a super-calculator, tucks it into a different passing backpack, scrawls a lower-case “this one” on the backpack. It’s in special ink, which can, of course, only be read by lower-case team members. She watches as…
twickster, who has bought absolutely zero back-to-school supplies in over a quarter of a century, is distracted by the array that seems to have materialized. While she tries to figure out exactly what a “gel” pen is, …
…Enterprise, who is leaving dreary Germany for dreary Seattle tomorrow (YAY!), and consequently is unsure how he will participate in this DoperBall round, and who greets old team-member Sternvogel and new team-member Feydeau, grabs the ball and tucks it into his 50 kilograms of luggage. At the airport it is discovered by…
EarthStone777 who happens to pick up the wrong bag before jumping into a cab. Being driven down the street, he opens the bag to retrieve his book only to discover no book but a ball instead. He tosses the ball out the window where it bounces down the street into the arms of…
twickster, who thus prevents a goal by the Upper Case team (aka the “Ucks”). The idea of trading the ball for a book rather appeals to her, however, so she hands it off to …
gardentraveler, a teammate on the lower case team (aka the “Lucks”). She dribbles the ball merrily down the street until…
I notice that I’m the third touch of the Lowies and as such give the ball a back-to-school head butt into the goal for SCORE!!!