Aye, we planted the ShovelFlag in the Gloom and the Faithful gathered:
Tryon
Tryon.2.0
Bootleg
Fargo
Kit
Rook
Monkey Feet
Dredd
Hammer
Holtz
Waco
Achtung Baby
Zoot
SuperDave
Red Warrior
Exeter
Antonio Table
Hitman
Pinch (FNG)
BlackBird
Haywood
Sweeper Boy
Senor Chips
Silence
RoboCop
Dark Warrior
Coop
Mizer
Griswold
Rock
McNugget
Lil' Mike
OBT, and . . .
The Colonel (BHWTU)
The Thang:
1. Run to Harper Valley
2. Warmarama
3. Run to Brickyard
4. Hey Johns
5. Plankarama (M-Jai on the Bricks was harsh)
6. Run to Ramos' Office
7. The Mary
8. Jacob's Ladder
9. Legorama
NakedMan Moleskin:
1. WAR BABY: Tryon.2.0 (strong)
2. WAR DADDY: Achtung Baby (51 on the outside only)
3. KOTTERS: Zoot (wearing skin tight red coaches shorts--the question is why?)
Rook (DR at the Beach, WITHOUT Johnnie Most, kinda sorta brother in law)
4. LES NESSMAN: No Tomatoes were sighted on the AG (hmmmm. . . .is The Lotion in the Basket?)
5. TODAY's CHUCK: Chuck Norris once hit a man so hard the guy's driver license photo got a black eye.
6. LARRY BIRDS: SixMike, Kit and Pinch all beat McNulty on the Jacob's Ladder. Aye.
7. JACOB's PHILOSOPHY: Every time McNulty comes wheeling down to the bottom of Hamburger Hill with the (ahem) intention of hitting a Jacob's Ladder, he has a Jaggeresque Moment of Doubt and Pain: "do I really want to do this?" Then, in the Ball of Man those last few seconds before the Paineth Come Raineth Down, there is an ethereal calm in anticipation of the magic moment (about the third trip up the HH) when the Faithful fall silent and the Smacktology ceases (even when Moniteur is present). All you hear is the grunting of the Faithful doing the best they can. Hitman pointed out yesterday that the Ladder is the place where no one can hide. You are what you can dig out of your own six. Nothing matters but the conditioning and will to make the seven trips. It's the place where race, creed, class, sexual proclivity and Words mean nothing. Performance means everything. Imagine if we still lived in a nation like that. A nation that asked nothing of a man but to perform and gave no quarter to any man who declined to do so, regardless of whatever claim of victimhood he offered for his failure. That would be a Nation Beyond Words Brothers. What a dreamland that would be.
Reverend!! Well said!!
ReplyDeleteAye. Tomato report from McGee, lone Qrusader doing ring run in Boston on Wednesday morning. The Charles River Esplanade and Boston Common were a veritable pay-to-play garden full of long over-ripe tomatoes (at least for this War Baby) performing an unfamiliar set of exercises such as the walk, the slouch and the complain. Noted excessive clipboard-totage and rep-countage by green tomatoes. The Faithful would have caused quite a disruption to the painless environs.
ReplyDeleteAye, great Nessman from the Land of Smoots. The Walk, Slouch and Complain is not usually in the F3 Workout in a Bag.
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