bouv, who does a twirling, diving jump towards the end zone and scores!
With the lead now at 9-4, Sternvogel once again puts the Doperball into play, this time by hitching a ride with a local Car Cruise-In enthusiast. Upon entering the gleaming 1951 Mercury, I direct the driver to proceed to the Boilers’ Ross-Ade Stadium, where I jump out and head onto the football field. I am met by…
Strinka, who then eats the ball. Luckily, the ball is indigestible, so it comes out looking just like it did when it went in…except covered in feces.
Monstre, refusing to touch the soiled ball, picks up bouv, swings him at the ball, making contact, and the ball wings its way into the goal for another Team 1 score!
Okay, we only need one point to win, so I’ll put the ball into play for what I hope is the final time. After sending it through the Rain Forest Car Wash for a thorough cleaning and waxing, I take it to Hobby Lobby and place it on a display shelf, where it is picked up by…
gardentraveler, who climbs a stepladder to get the ball (did you have to put it on such a high shelf?), loses her balance and watches as the ball goes bouncing down the aisle, out the front door, and out into the parking lot where it bounces on a car and then…
…into the hands of twicks, who, although only recently awakened from a very nice nap, thank you for asking, is alert enough to tap-dance to the goal line and spike the ball.
We score! We win! We’re cool! Team B – who has yet to name themselves – are a bunch of wankers!
grabs pom-poms to lead the victory conga
I can’t conga because I busted my butt - however the margiritas are ready and the grill is fired up. I think the cat ran off with the ball.
I, on the other hand, am invigorated by the fact that I mowed the lawn and can conga with the best of them, occasionally taking a sip of my margarita and greatly looking forward to the burgers, brats, and other wonders from the grill. The Flying Apteryxes rule!!!
Victory party? I’m soooo there!
Here – I brought some of my famous turkey-‘n’-corn burgers for the grill – no, seriously, they’re great – use barbecue sauce instead of ketchup – they’re yum. Really? Fine – all the more for me.
I’m not all too sure I like this game.
Aw, you can come to the party, too.
hands Feydeau a plate piled high with potato salad, a burger, and a couple of ears of corn
I’m sure I liked it and demand a) revanche and b) that our losing, but infinitely cooler team be henceforth known by some adequately cool nickname!
And this time we get to pick one of the other team’s letters for our team. Gimme…S. waves to Strinka, Snakescatlady and Sternvogel
pages hurriedly through rulebook
Ah, shit.
Oh wait, that’s Strinka’s idea of a good time. Well, I guess that’s your problem now.
Fine – but we get one letter in return. Damn, y’all don’t have much of anyone playing, do you?
We’ll take F, since Feydeau seems to have eaten all the brats anyway.
Hurries off to rescue the peach pie
**Revised teams:
Team 1: A B C F G H I M N O T U Y
Team 2: D E F J K L P Q R S V W X Z**
So do we have to start another thread for another game, or should I go ahead and drink another margarita? And, twickster, since peach pie doesn’t really go well with margaritas, can I save a piece for tomorrow? I luvvvvvvvves me some peach pie.
::wanders onto an open field and sees a sign::
Doperball VI - now with different teams -
S and F have traded!!!
Ooooooo…too many margaritas…but that’s a Doperball!!! I wonder what will happen if I pick it up and throw it in the air…
P.S. Last time, the second game was in the same thread…
GT
twicks – who’s the only one who’s not drinking, apparently – puts down her piece of warm peach pie a la mode and catches it. She tucks the ball under her arm and picks up the pie again, but …
…Feydeau somersaults in from absolutely nowhere and throws both arms around the sticky DoperBall. Looking both left and right, he runs down the field, through the mall, and into the Food Court. Dribbling (the ball, you pervs), he stops to order a Diet Coke and …
…and, realizing his error, Feydeau immediately flings the Sooper Dooper-sized Diet Coke at an opposing teammate (sorry, guys, but once you get traded, y’know, the loyalties, they switch) and lobs the DoperBall into the goal for our first point of this game!!!
Strinka grabs the ball, and not being hungry, throws it to a teammate. He then realizes that he got switched, and that he just threw it to an opponent. :smack: