Oops! Forgot to throw the ball back into play. :smack: (even though that’s probably not the reason this is sinking like a rock)
Anyway, the ball is back on the field, anyone’s play (except for BraheSilver)!
wanders in and gets broadsided by the ball. Yells, “Hey I don’t want this icky thing!” “I’m just here to watch shirtless sweaty men dopers play.” Lobs the ball and it’s grabbed by…
Eh, what the hell. J Chitwood back in possession. Next!
JC back in possession, that is, after catching Swampbear’s lob. (And bending over for the gratuitous butt shot- we’re here to serve.)
The ball sticks to the back of my shirt. I spin around wildly, trying to dislodge it. Finally, I remove my shirt althogether and dropkick the whole mess 40 yards downfield onto the unsuspecting head of…
:: bonk ::
Oh, THAT’s where the ball went.
Scuba Ben recovers the punt from Rufus Xavier, throws the shirt one way, and the ball the other way, right to…
: does a flying leap to snatch the ball mid-air from Scuba_Ben for a beeeeeauuuuuutiful steal! A tuck, duck, and roll and a harmless pass to… :
:Intercepts harmless’s pass, and sends the ball back in team 1’s direction:
and Eddie grabs the pass from crazymonkeyand sprints down the sideline and punts it to…
I open my microwave and find the ball, still bearing the imprint of Edward’s toes. How odd. I put a note in microvave in responsei, “Sorry Team 1” and take the ball out to my mailbox, (seems appropriate, considering the circumstances) toss it in, close the door, and prop up the little red flag
Nightwatch, in his day job as a postman, opens honeydewgrrl’s mailbox to find a ball. Realizing this could be counterproductive to my job, I hand the ball off to the first bystander I see…
Man, you’ll never guess what I got in the mail today. I’d have thought honeydewgrrl would mail this to someone on Team 2. Ah, well, gift horses and mouths, and all.
:gives the ball a kick:
Me I shoot and SCORE!!! GOOOOOOOOOOOAL!!! GOOOOOOOOAL!!!
takes the ball from Nightwatch Trailer and still not playing (I’m watching sweaty shirtless men dopers remember… btw Jimmy Chitwood nice butt shot… woof!) lobs the ball out on the field into the hands of…
Hey, did anybody notice this ball has a burning fuse on it?
Oh crap, honeydewgrrl fooled me, Wile-E.-Coyote-style!!!
BOOM!
Darn you, Nightwatch!
Sorry, Rufus…no score. Remember, gotta say who you’re getting the ball from!
Last legal move, **Swampbear ** lobbed it out to…
:smack: :smack: :smack: :smack:
… Scuba Ben, who notices the sputtering fuse, and decides there’s only one thing to do with the ball:
Load it in the thirty-six pounder! Arrr!
Powder - ram - ball - ram - fuse - FIRE!
sssssss
BOOM!
The ball flies downfield, its fuse burning down! Who will catch the hot potato?
(That is, I caught the ball from Swampbear.)
Go ACEGIKMOQSUWY’ers!
BOOO BDFHJLNPRTVXZ’ers!
We’ve got an
A
We’ve got a
C
We’ve got an
E
We’ve got a
G
We’ve got an
I
We’ve got a
K
We’ve got an
M
We’ve got an
O
We’ve got a
Q
We’ve got an
S
We’ve got a
U
We’ve got a
W
We’ve got a
Y
What have we got?!? ACEGIKMOQSUWY !!!
I hate those bastard BDFHJLNPRTVXZ’ers!
(Too bad I’m such a spazz I can’t even play a virtual ballgame, so I’ll just sit here in the stands (or stand here near the seats, whatever) to cheer my teammates on. And then, when we’ve lost, I’ll rip out a few seats, drink lots of bear and start a riot downtown!
At least that’s what we do in Holland when we’re watching sports…)
OI REF!
(SINGING) YOU’RE GOING HOME IN A F*CKING AMBULANCE!!!(/SINGING)
My word, this is fun! Do let’s try to keep it up, chaps! 