Me, who never gets to score, but it seems like I’m always there for the interception. Hoping for a couple of teammates in the general vicinity, I obfuscate the ball to…
First off, this is supposed to be on every page for easy reference…
Flaming Warthogs: A B C G H I M N O S T U Y
Moonless Knights: D E F J K L P Q R V W X Z
Ok, now then.
…me, who hustles back downfield before tripping over a copy of All Things New Jersey that someone left on the field. While falling, I “accidentally” spike the ball into the back of Oredigger’s noggin, where it sails over to…
Sternvogel, who realizes that despite Hal’s naming of Oredigger, mine is only the second legal touch in this possession. Hoping that a Flaming Warthog is on hand, I pick up a discarded “Indiana” sign from my state’s delegation and bat the ball to…
Me, who seems to be the only Knight on. I postulate the ball to…
Me, who’s recovering from a concussion, guess that’ll teach me to make joke I don’t know the back story on. After tripping on some boots, a kilt, and some button up jeans I pass the ball to . . .
Me. Hoping that another Warthog besides me and you is hanging around the field, but that fachverwirrt is occupied elsewhere, I pass to…
Sigh. As was true last time I played this game, the lone representative of my team grabs the ball. I warthog it to…
Me! I arc the ball gracefully over fachverwirrt’s dejected head to…
Sternvogel, who hopes that someone has just joined the SDMB, picked an appropriate screen name, and chosen this thread to make his/her inaugural post!
Or that Hal or Oredigger checks in – beggars can’t be choosers at this point, or lack thereof.
I take Sternvogel’s non-pass, deftly avoiding the beggars and pull a spin-move around the choosers, and give the ball a mighty booting into the GOOOOOOOOOOOOOOAAAAAALLLLLLLL!!!
Flaming Warthogs 2, Moonless Knights 3, correct?
Nope, it’s 3-3 now. Let me just put this ball in play and see if the Warthogs can put together a go-ahead drive…
Probably. I’ll take this thing and then give it back to you just to briefly forestall the inevitable.
(Yes, I do have a job. It’s just not quite going full-force at the moment.)
Inner Stickler for the steal! Wait…
*tosses ball in *Sternvogel’s direction.
I intercept the ball from my teammate and realizing the bad form toss it up in the air hoping for an assist by . . .
The assist is by you, to me! 4-3 Warthogs!