You can’t try to out-crazy some folks. “Crazy” isn’t a thing that some people have chosen to work at- Crazy runs deep and can’t be pretended at.
In other words, a guy wearing armor made of craft foam sheets and pop rivets is not going to out-crazy somebody who actually believes he is wearing neutron armor forged from space diamonds and zambolian cumquat seed poison spikes, but who is actually wearing newspapers and twine. The craft-foam armor guy isn’t going to out-crazy anyone from Team US, neither. It’s a casual, off-the-cuff crazy that doesn’t usually involve space armor, but it’s effective.
If it involves steam, The Cog and I can be our own team…
You had me laughing at “Attend good folks.” Same kid will later be on Call of Duty multiplayer calling you names you only heard from your Drill Instructor back in the 60s.
the new faces are exciting
Since I didn’t get a chance to drown in the cardboard kayak race (again) it seems, I guess I’d be up for the five legged race. Just have to teach everyone how to power-walk real quickly and get the rhythm sorted.
If TSOJ’s band is too beat to keep the beat going, I can sing something snappy.
So can I, I got the lungpower even if I’m coughing and snorting right now. Clinic called and I have to go in for another brain scrubbing. Blech.
Full steam ahead!
(To the tune of To Life from Fiddler on the Roof)
Team US! Team US!
Keep walking.
Keep walking. Keep walking, Team US! (2-3)
We’ll power walk to the finish line.
Don’t talk, just step in time.
Keep on walking, Team US. (2-3-4)
Greg would like us to be joyful even as our hearts are starting to explode.
Linked up like a locomotive, steaming to the finish line just down the road.
To Outdoor Galore! To Hubris!
Be happy! Be healthy! Have fun!
And when the OutdoorFest winds things down
We will still all be found in the comments!
Team US!