however, I arrived unprepared for tennis, thinking we were shooting clays, and so I’ve errantly blasted the doperball with birdshot, but it did make a loud racket…
So I catch a perforated Doperball and run for the goal!
Where you hand the ball to me, who hopes there’s a third Uppercaser around to take the pass and put it in the net.
Nope. The tenacious Luck is back…
And once again frustrated by the fact I steal the ball from her, and toss it to…
and the luckacious tack is buck, too. My ball!
me again
and from there to me. You here, gt?
Just back from the library, she scores!
And twicks puts the ball back in play before starting the Dance of Joy.
With the score now 6-3 in favor of Team Uppercase, I put the ball into play just before heating up the lunch leftovers for my supper. I’ll be back in about an hour, so I hope at least one teammate can hold down the fort in my absence.
Okay, I intercepted from twickster, and now (hoping that the requirement to wait 60 seconds between posts doesn’t cost my team) pass to…
me again!
gardentraveler takes advantage of Sternvogel’s alleged absence and passes it to…
and to twicks and we score!
Hoping to repeat the same syzygy, I put the ball in play…
I’m still here – are you, gt?
Well, I am, and I obviously was away from the computer for an hour. Yes, I was online (if you noticed the green circle next to my name), but I wasn’t looking at the screen. Speaking of screens, I toss a football pass of that variety to…
I’m still here – are you, gt?
Me as I run back onto the field after an extremely prolonged bathroom break (never mix pop rocks and black bean dip). I look both ways before crossing the street then fake a handoff and see an opening. I heave the ball to…