gardentraveler, who can’t help your fiasco issues, but can pass the ball to…
Scott, who while chanting “Be the ball, be the ball”, putts it to…
Sorry, it’s Sternvogel (Scott Plaid falls victim to the hamsters, but is eligible to receive the ball from me as I whap it with a tennis racket and see it…)
Bounce off my head, and head towards…
gardentraveler who has decided that badminton would be fun, intercepts the ball, and swats it at…
to Marque Elf who catches the ball from gardentraveler and can’t decide whether to pass the ball to someone else or vigorously defend his masculinity to Feydeau*, minion of not only the forces of sexual confusion but also of nameless team 2. He decides that a lesson is in order here and…
*what made you think I wasn’t a guy Feydeau?
Sternvogel, who begins another possession for A Team With No Name by taking the ball to a used-record store, where it is discovered in the bargain bin by…
Scott, who puts it on his old record player. However, it flies off towards…
Okay, I steal from marque elf, then. Who’s going to remove the ball from between “Tiny Tim’s Greatest Hits” and the Partridge Family’s “Shopipng Bag”?
I use the power of retro music to retroactivly pass it on to someone else…
Namely Priceguy, who rides the winds of jazz into the goal and scores!
Okay, we’re up 4-3! I’ll just put the ball into play by teeing it up and kicking it soccer-style down the field, where it’s caught by…
…Feydeau, who waltzes around with the DoperBall grandly waiting for…
marque elf, it’s just the “elf” thing – not that I think you’re posts are effiminate. I blame elfbabe.
Feydeau, elf is german for eleven. I thought it might have some people miscontrue it to have something to do with D&D but it never occurred that it would create sexual ambiguity also. 
Sternvogel intercepts it for Team 2 and hopes one of his teammates notices that it’s under the table where the triple-chocolate cake has just been set down. Who baked that delicacy, anyway?
Ohhh, A chocolate cake! ::Not noticing the cake, my foot hits the ball, and it heads towards…::
gardentraveler who will be back for cake but first needs to toss the Doperball to…
Eating dinner with one hand and going on the offensive against the Unnamed Ones with the other, I catch the ball and toss it into the net.
GOAL!!!
Ok, so I just thought it was the goal. It was really an open 2nd story window which it sails through and…
hits me on the back of the head. I was writting, now I am interupted. I lob it as hard as I can towards…