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Winter returned Thursday morning, but it was not enough to keep eight stallions in the fartsack. Warm-Up Mosey over to the town hall parking lot and circle up for side straddle hops, plank jacks, hillbillies and Sir Fazio. The Thang Mosey the long way over to the alley behind the community center and line up for BTTW Indian run. Everyone assumes the BTTW position, the man on the end gets to his feet and runs to the other end, assumes the BTTW position and yells GO to let the next man know it’s his turn to run. [Read More]

Backstory: Several weeks (months?) ago, the M and I were sitting at home on our usual Wednesday night date night when the ad for “The Last Jedi” came on TV. A few clicks of the iPhone and I had tickets for opening night, 12/14. Asked her if she wanted to go, “Not really”. So, 3 tickets for me and the 2.0s. And then a week or two later, the announcement comes out about F3 Carpex Christmas Party. [Read More]

Atmosphere: Damp and 40 degrees I noticed the gate open on the lacrosse field, so I immediately thought about revising my initial baseball field sprints, which could be sloppy (I know how you kids like it EXTRA schloppy). Long story short, the field turf is like a sponge and we enjoyed sitting in the soak to have some Mary. Although, we did get on the field, Smokey thought mid way through the post we might have a city worker shake us down. [Read More]

Granted, YHC hasn’t been to Bounty Hunters in a while. Typically it’s “fartsack day” but of my most recent posts there the pax have left the park only to return to COT. This set the scene for this morning’s beatdown. We were going to shop local. 12 studs rolled out of bed, some confessing as late as 0530, for a workout YHC preblasted on the Twittersphere. The claim was high tempo, lots of stops, low mileage. [Read More]