We were on top of the world

Years ago, some friends and I found the world of amateur foosball competition ripe with the stench of corruption. In order to protect the spirit of the sport we formed the official BYU Foosball Club. Our goals were simple, foster the theories, ideas, and skills of foosball, in an environment free of performance enhancing substances. If you're on the juice, you're out.
We quickly skyrocketed to the second largest club on campus (no joke).
We were invited as a club to participate in the annual homecoming parade and since BYU hadn't officially had a homecoming queen for years, we took it upon ourselves to elect our own. This was quickly put down by the BYU Student Association.
We still went through with it, but by calling her the 'foosball queen' we slipped under their sensors (or censors?)
Needless to say we were a huge hit. They loved us. Elder L. Tom Perry approached us and asked if we would allow him past our tight perimeter around the queen to shake her hand. After a quick pat down (which looked a lot like handshakes and hugs to the untrained eye) we allowed him past.