Doperball VIII -- Midnight Doperball!

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:

Doperball[ul]
[li]It’s A Beautiful Day…For Doperball!! [] Doperball II [] Doperball III [] Doperball IV: The Subtitling [] Doperball V–Man, I’m bored [*] Doperball VI[/li][li] Doperball VII – The Game Rooming[/ul][/li]
And the rules:

So, balancing an icy margarita on to of the Doperball, I’m stepping back and …
<TWEEEEEEEEEEEEEET!!>

Game on!

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…

Me, who, desperately hoping for a teammate to show up, punts the ball straight up in the air to…

Rhythmdvl passes Rachel and fachverwirrt margaritas and special gold lapel pins for being the first–and only–two players in the first two hours.

Unfortunately, for safety’s sake neither pin had anything pointy on it, so the pins had to be glued to your foreheads. Please be careful.

Darth Sensitive, who bicycle kicks it into the goal for a TEAM 2 SCORE!

:smiley:

I dub our team: The Moonless Knights!

In a mere five hours since the Delicate Sound of Tweeter went out, [del]Team 2[/del]The Moonless Knights swoop in for the inaugural point!

The game can be theirs–and a first-time-ever shutout–if they can just keep it up for another fifty hours~

Generally, they tell you to call a doctor after four.

heh … at this rate, I should be so lucky.

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…

Me! Unfortunately, I trip over a sheep, fumbling the ball to…

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! Who bounces the ball off the slingshot and past the sheep to…

…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…

Me, who punts the ball in the general direction of…

The ever-helpful Squid, who uses a full five tentacles to shoot!

Boozahol, I had the ball, so catch mine, and score (or try for 2)

We’ll take the point! The crowd goes wild for [del]Team One[/del] The Flaming Warthogs!

sqqqquuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuueeeeeaaaaaaaaaarrrrrrrrrrrk…ahchhc chhra chhcokkelsaf

(sorry, whistle got caught)

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…