I catch it and pass it on, hoping that Sternvogel is gone…
But your hope is dashed as I pick it off and pass to…
me again, for the umpteenth time…
And for the umpteenth time, I grab it back, and toss to…
me, and I can’t even count to umpteen. Pass to…
Me. Since I’m about to eat dinner, I’m hoping some other Uppercasers soon take the field as I pass to…
me again just before I go out for a walk…
Now we have a real chance! Come on, lowercasers! I pass to …
Sternvogel, who’s putting another Shrimp Alfredo dinner in the microwave and is thus able to intercept the pass and hand off to…
me, who hands off to…
me again. And it goes on to …
me, a newcomer on the field. I tuck the ball under my shirt and casually walk up the field, rubbing my pregnant belly. Not to be fooled, it gets ripped out from under my shirt like a Brittany cesarean by…
Aaa! I forgot the quote! But now…
and i snuck in there before you, so does it count? 
Sternvogel, who welcomes you to the game and hopes that this pass will be caught for the Uppercasers’ seventh point…
I don’t know. I’m new to this game, too. We need someone more experienced to clarify the rules. Sternvogel?
Semms that it wasn’t a score. I catch this one!
and What Is Schwa tips it off his head to…
Sternvogel, who explains that you can go back and correct an attribution mistake without penalty, but you also run the risk of losing a simulpost battle. I pass to…
photopat who has nothing pithy to say at the moment, so I simply cry out “SPOON” and lob the ball to…