The Fighting Yank probably played Angleball

Spent most of the week praying for no rain on Saturday morning, and it worked out. Then, we worked out.

YHC got the men moving quickly at 8, to The Bunker for a quick and simple warmup of burpees, LBCs, and merkins. Then we headed to the pavilion. Called a Dora with merkins, big boys, and squats…although the big boys were met with a little resistance. Apparently I woke up feeling dangerous, maybe a little too dangerous…as I ended up switching the big boys to LBCs midstream. The guys kindly acquiesced.

After finishing up we took a mosey up to the football field, where some odd 10 foot poles with tetherballs on top of them greeted us. YHC then introduced all present to age old game of Angleball. Here’s a cheesy video for all of you fartsackers who were afraid of the rain: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=asS5nEsgasY

Split into two teams of 5 and got to work, with the scoring team having to do 5 burpees, but then getting to call out what the non-scoring team had to do. This ended up escalating from 10 burpees, to 15 CDDs, to 20 big boys, to 10 kraken burpees, to eventually hip slappers on the old BMS wall.

Learned a few things about the HIMs though: Don’t hit CPAP on the head, he goes into rage mode. Doodles can speak things into existence, which was a really bad trait this day. Sweetheart might be Steph Curry in disguise.

Then we moseyed back to the Yank himself to join the men of The Bunker for COT.

Prayers: Unity in our country; Uranus and family (had memorial service for their baby Sadie on Saturday); Sweetheart’s mom received some hard news about her cancer; Tiger’s stepsons.

Praise: Gavel started a new job at the DA’s office quickly and unexpectedly after leaving his old job; Buckshot & family’s rapid recovery from Covid.

As always, it’s an honor to be a part of this group of HIMs, but especially to lead again.