Okay, I follow sequence by taking your feed and sending the ball to a (HINT HINT) teammate…
Rhythm comes back with said hottie, and krumturgels the ball toward…
CC yet again, who punches the ball randomly, wondering if any point can be scored when there are two people from one team and one from another playing…
So, I didn’t score? I thought I was the third Quetzal to touch the ball… 
Oh well, maybe I’ll have a martini while this is sorted out.
Rhythm missed getting punched in the balls (random or not) due to his hottie’s help. He takes the ball, wonders the same, and realizes that it may well be impossible.
He Rubbintz the ball to…
You what?! That’s a terrible insult! While you’re apologizing, I yank the ball back, only to be interrupted by…
an apologizing Rhythm, who apologibbins the ball to…
ratzafratza
I have it. Who wants it?
Never mind - I take it from Rhythmdvl
Yoink again, paging Sternvogel…
Can you edit to correct? Just in case you can, I’m a-takin’ the ball back, and Robobobbing it to…
And I’m taking it from Capn’ Carrot, just in case. Then I justincasify it to …
Gaaaahhhh!! Slow down! I’m taking it from you, and keeping it until…
… I refresh, in which case I take it back, and then squeeze it into a small blue cubbyhole located in the back of a small blue bus, driven by…
anyrose, who drives it downfield into the waiting arms of
Don’t go more than twenty minutes without checking the game.
Don’t go more than twenty minutes without checking the game.
Don’t go more than twenty minutes without checking the game.
Anyway, that was a valid score, which would be game point. But hey, if you guys want to keep playing…
Congratulations Team Q~~~
May I buy the first round?
That’s the embarrassing part: I did refresh, and saw that there were a bunch more posts, but I forgot that when I saw the bottom of page 5.
we won? 
I like to think I helped a little
Foo and fie.
With a side of foe and fum.
It’s not the same as when we played Doperball years ago-they would be cramming the boards just to post-the servers would be hot enough to cook eggs on-darn kids nowadays-nobody cares-and we LIKED IT! HEY! get off my virtual lawn!
Kotick comes charging in on a yak-ox but the crowd does not go wild like teenagers in a Beatles concert. Its dead silent. With his new butterfly-net (this time reinforced with leather from a seagoing madagascarian lizard) he cries out the warcry of the Karakoram yetitribe which is the sound of an avalanche in c-major. But suddenly the yak-ox stops. Kotick with legs flailing and kicking the sides of the animal jumps down in fury and starts scolding the yak-ox, who just merrily have started munching grass. Ahah! Now he remembers, the yak-ox salesyeti said that if the model suddenly stopped, a trick was to tickle its balls. After a quick tickle the yak-ox starts moving, and they charge forward… only ten yards. The yak-ox is agin merrily munching grass. Kotick is again fondling the better parts of the yak-ox. They are again charging forward… another ten yards. Oh come ooooon! Kotick moans and jumps off to do some more tickling. He tickles, and tickles, and tickles some more, but nothing happens. For heavens sake, yak! he shouts but suddenly the yak-ox explodes in a rainbow of satisfaction, showering the field in yak-ox bits and suddenly he realises that the game is over. There is noone here. Kotick slowly walks himself off the field draging the butterfly-net after him like dead twig.