A Moonless knight. But I get distracted by something shiny, and leave the ball lying there for…
I paw at it a couple of times and then ignore it in favour of a summy spot for…
Oh, hell; I’ll take it and give it to…
Fine, I’ll take it, but only because I don’t like losing. Looking around for another Knight, I toss the ball up to…
Me, who, pacing around the track outside, wanders in and cluelessly gives it to…
Hmm… “in event of simulpost”…
What’s the official ruling, RythmDvl?
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Per my official screen:
fachverwirrt posted “Today, 03:45 PM”
pedescribe posted at "Today, 03:49 PM "
Ruling: fachverwirrt took a fair hand off from Gadarene (who could show just a wee bit more enthusiasm, and possibly some destructiveness)
CIAS who enters field of play in a steamroller crushing the subs bench before throwing it to…
Me, who attempts to hide it in a bench. It is later stolen by…
Me, who finally got those shorts tied on correctly, unfortunately they’re on backwards (How did I tie them backwards?) and I trip throwing the ball up to
Me, who finally got those shorts tied on correctly, unfortunately they’re on backwards (How did I tie them backwards?) and I trip throwing the ball up to . . .
Stupid quoting rule :smack:
Me, as I hang glide into the stadium. I realize that I’m on a collision course with a hot dog vendor and drop the ball into the stands.
Demolishes stand with the steamroller and punts it back into play to…
ME! YEEEEEEEAHHHHH!!!
breaks things
And then, careening headlong off a cliff, I flip it to…
Me, preventing the score.
Unfortunately, I’ve been eating potato chips, and my greasy hands can’t hold on. I fumble to…
Much better 
…me, who slips on a pair of surgical gloves, coats the ball with a potent contact poison/diuretic and passes it off to…
(Pssst! Hey fellow Warthogs…might wanna wear gloves for the rest of this quarter)
Hey … what’s the provision if I fall off the face of the Dope? I started this last night 'round nine, and have been here ever since. Can’t really call me a slacker, no? Ok, maybe you can–that’s something I should’a thought of before I broke into the stadium.
Me, who suddenly has an overwhelming need to pee. After a rather long bathroom break, I wander back onto the field and hand the ball off to…
(Sorry, I have no idea what was on the floor in there, but the ball sort of rolled into the puddle.)
Also, we’re sort of going offline tomorrow morning, with all content from then 'til next Tuesday non-permanent: in case you hadn’t seen Jerry’s thread. Not sure what you should do about that.