Well well well, looks like I’ll be slogging through another night. You’d think I’d be used to it by now, what with all the—hey, what’s that? Did someone leave a window open in the SDMB arena? Cool! Is that a chest full of margarita fixings? Is this Pandora stream active? Lights? OMG!!!one!!11 Is that a … a … a Doperball?!
I wonder if Hal Briston would mind? I wonder if anyone else feels like playing?
Never heard of it before? I refer you to the history of the Greatest Doper Game Ever:
Looking the other direction, the Doperball hits me in the head. I grapple about, finally grasping the ball and running a few steps in the wrong direction, spin sideways and pass it to…
Been up this entire time – in some ways it was good not to have too much of a distraction. I others, well…
Maybe I should have broken out the Bacon Salt instead of margaritas. Or maybe margaritas salted with bacon salt? Hmmm… maybe the day shift will be tempted~
I run in and grab the ball to start the comeback drive for Team 1; unfortunately I forgot to tie my shorts. Running for the ball dropped my shorts around my ankles so I throw the ball, attempting to distract the laughing crowd, to . . .
…me! I take the ball, load it into the Acme Giant Slingshot that I keep around for just such purposes, and launch it at a low orbital trajectory. After six or seven hours, the ball eventally makes it’s way back (if slightly blackened upon reentry) and hits the playing field, creating a nine-foot-deep trench. Hopping in to retreive it is…
And might I just note that I’m exceptionally glad to have a SDMB legacy that doesn’t involve livestock…
Ohhhhhhhh yeah, Hal’s in the House, making a gallant effort to rally Team 1 into naming rights – but fachverwirrt–despite distraction over the livestock comment–is having none of it.
…me! I jump in front of the goal, elbow away the opposition, and make a brilliant scoop 'n run move. Unfortunately, I didn’t notice my sneakers were untied, so I only got three steps downfield before falling flat on my face, fumbling the ball off to…
And the **Flaming Warthogs **pull off a miraculous goal, with the save going to Taber for reminding Boozahol to name or quote poster-of-last-possession!
The point stands, but for editing his/her/its post, Boozahol has to say something very offensive, yet very complimentary about Doperball’s founder Hal Briston. In haiku form.
Remember folks, I’m goin’ on 30+ hours working here, so I might be a bit cranky~
Hoping some other Flaming Warthogs are on the field, I put the ball in play by placing it on the back of a horse, who jumps over an Olympic-style rail and drops the ball at the feet of…