Yawn…I’ll just take the faceoff and then…bed…zzzzzz…
Watch it, bub. Ref or no, I’ll pants you too! 
: gently lifts the ball from sleeping Nightwatch Trailer’s hands :
{who wants this?}
TWEEEEET!
No threatening the ref.
I’ll just repost the rules for the new page:
There, CoSo sits quietly on the sidelines
Oh look, an errant pass from harmless.
CoSo casually kicks the ball back into the field of play.
Hey guys, can I play too?
Oh, wait…
Stunned to discover another member of my team actually playing, I quickly take the ball from Consumer_Sovereignty, and look around for a likely target.
Oh sure. Get a whistle and all of a sudden he’s Ben Salvetore.
:wally
You never minded a good pantsing when you where one of us lil people!
Hey, Gyrate, you mean to lose this?
: does a behind-the-back pass down court :
Allright…off with these ref stripes, it’s playin’ time!
I snag harmless’ b-t-b pass and start lighting up defenders with some incredible shuck-n-jive ball handlin’ skills…then I remember that, yes, I took off the ref uniform, but then I forgot to put anything else on…eep!
:: lobs the ball towards our goal, trying to set up the alley-oop, and then grabs one of the extra pairs of pants lying around ::
Hal’s pass describes a gentle arc as it floats toward the goal. Power nap over, I dash down the sidelines (trying to ignore Hal’s pantslessness), leap high, high into the air and SLAM the ball into the goal.
First blood, yo.
Woohoo! On da board!
Looking to start the rally to our next point, I grab the ball, a few 2X4’s, some plywood, spray paint, a hammer and some nails. A few mintues later, the Hal’s Balls booth is ready for business!
“Balls here! Come get’yer genuine Doperballs! Only got one, so get 'em while they last!”
And our first customer is…
Are these Hal’s chocolate salty balls? :dubious:
…Slow in coming (twelve hours!), but I’ll lay down some dough for a gen-you-wine Doperball.
…
Okay, I’m bored with it. Anyone else want a go? I’ll just toss it out onto the field and watch the fireworks…
Briston to Trailer to Sox for a quick score for Fire on Pants! 2-0 in a hurry! Where are the Ravenous Wallflowers? This game isn’t as fun without competition 
Nope…not quite ready to let this die juuust yet.
So, I see kicker Bill Gramattica signed with my Giants over the weekend. His claim to fame is this: Playing against the Giants in 2001, he sent a field goal through the uprights. Celebrating his victory, he jumped in the air, landed badly, and blew out his knee. Dumbass Award nominations and accolades soon followed, of course.
In his honor, I will now demonstrate proper kickoff procedure:
<Boot!>…and the ball goes sailing to…
<<yawn>> 'Morning, Hal.
Where’s the Coffee?
<Hit upside the head> That’s not coffee. <tosses Ball and continues the search for caffeine>
Thanks, DeVana. I’ll just pass this on - we’re going for a three-pointer this time. The holy grail of Doperball!
: harmless puts up the deuce from Nightwatch Trailer :
Sorry, couldn’t resist being the one to score.
4 to 0, Fire On Pants. Play on.
Hal saddles up his polo pony, picks up a nine-iron, and ***<thwack!>***s the ball downfield at a full gallop.
C’mon, Wallflowers! How about a little competition?
Sorry, I’ve locked them all out of this thread.
: whacks **Hal’s ** ball with the thingy :
Score! 
Woops!
Forgot Jimmy’s reffing now.
No Score!