Jake: “You know I love you baby, I wouldn’t leave ya, it wasn’t my fault!”
Mystery Woman: “You miserable slug. You think you can talk your way out of this? You betrayed me!”
Jake: “No I didn’t, honest! I ran out of gas, I had a flat tire, I didn’t have enough money for cab fair, my tux didn’t come back from the cleaners, an old friend came in from out of town, someone stole my car, there was an earthquake, a terrible flood, locusts, it wasn’t my fault I swear, AAAAHHHhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh”
Who doesn’t love the greatest list of excuses ever from Joliet Jake? Simply a classic.
Truth is, we’re all accountable to each other if we are to get better together. Thanks to all my F3 brothers who have called my name out to get this back blast done. (Griswold, Buttoncap, Laettner, Navy, Sparkle, probably too many to name)
As YHC rolled into the AO Couchpotato was headed out after doing a standard, suffering from a case of Bad Clams. Well I guess Superman does have a kryptonite. The PAX gathered and we did a few Abe Vigoda’s and a warm up 1/8 mile mosey around the parking lot. Having read through the Exicon the night before YHC was planning on having a workout based in games, but all the games planned required a few more PAX, so a little Omaha. We started off with 4 4×4’s to work the kinks out and then busted into a full round of Wilt Chaimberlain’s by 100’s in honor of his 100 point game. 100 LBC, 100 Squats, 100 flutter kicks, 100 lunges, all with a basketball court length sprint in between. Mosey to the football field bleachers for 25 dips, 25 Irkins, 20 dips, 20 Irkins. Down to the football field for a round of BlackJack. One Carolina Dry Dock and sprint, or as fast as you can, the 53 yards to opposite sideline and 20 LBC’s. Repeat adding and subtracting until complete. As we were closing out the BlackJack we were provided a little cool relief from the sprinklers, they have an added flavor benefit of “Field Fragrance”. Maybe not quite as ripe as the sprinklers at The Field of Dreams, but it does linger with you.
Back to the flag for the hard stop. Announcements, prayer requests, and COT. Always a pleasure to be with the PAX.
Until next time Gentlemen.