I wasn’t in bad shape for the first round yesterday, but by 1800h during the second round, I was seriously beginning to wonder. Thankfully, we had Ben on our card for the second round, and he’s so damned funny that you have to laugh even when you’re hot (94F and not a breeze to be found), sweaty (morning clothes were soaked before 1100h, post-shower clothes soaked by 1400h), exhausted (3.5 mile walk for each round), itchy from insects and pollens, scratched by thorns and your left shoulder feels as if it’s been pulled out of its socket a bit by the harness of the heavy bag (discs, water, first aid kit, other misc. junk) you’ve been carrying all day. I’m at least getting a Gateway tie-dye T-shirt out of this goddamned tournament. Well, assuming I survive the two rounds we have to play today…

If I was three, I’d be lying on the floor, kicking and screaming, “Nooooooo! Doan-wanna-go!” 😆