Don’t let anyone ever tell you otherwise. You’re never too old to play games. The PAX proved as much on the Mandeville Lakefront this weekend.
After a rather exhaustive one burpee OYO warmup, the PAX formed up into 4 or 5 man teams for the first game of the morning. Each team had to transport a sandbag and a ball to the finish line a few blocks away. Both the sandbag and ball could not touch the ground, and the man with the ball could not move. 20 and 5 all team burpee penalties, respectively, for a dropped sandbag or dropped ball. Hijinks ensued.
It was both a blessing and a curse to have Shooter on YHC’s team. Shooter carried the sandbag with his pinkie finger the entire way in another demonstration of his real world strength. That was the blessing. The curse was that it was rather embarrassing for the rest of the team to reach the finish line much later than Shooter. He was almost finished his cigarette when we arrived.
This whole fiasco prompted a rule change and for the next race to the Milestone Marsh each team member had to carry the sandbag at least twice. This seemed to level the playing field somewhat, and it was a much closer race with teams sticking together to exchange the sandbag regularly.
Once at the Marsh, it was time for some passing games. We cooperated as one big team to keep the ball moving at first. Then we transformed into shirts and skins and got competitive. There were impressive displays of athletic prowess, and the shirts convincing claimed the day.
Back to the shovel flag with our sandbags, this time with the requirement that each man carry the sandbag at least four times and play the ball with his feet only.
Countorama, nameorama, and then young Pope prayed us out on the way to our coffeeteria.
Thanks for letting me lead guys and for playing along with the silly games. Remember, you’re never too old to play games.
