The PAX arrived to a sub-40 degree, dew-covered Lion’s Den. They were beaming like an Eagle Sunrise with the confidence that YHC would keep their shoes clean and grassless. Valve was waiting behind Aldi until post-SSH’s. Chatter was at an 11. Waramarama: SSH, Imperial Walkers, Slow High Knees, Slow Butt …
A Long Time Ago, in an AO not so far away… It is a period of civil war. Rebel HIMs, feigning ignorance of the rules from prior beatdowns, have angered for the last time the frustrated Q. During the beatdown, the PAX managed to start by pretending to not understand …
A Long Time Ago, in an AO not so far away… It is a period of civil war. Rebel HIMs, feigning ignorance of the rules from prior beatdowns, have angered for the last time the frustrated Q. During the beatdown, the PAX managed to start by pretending to not understand …
YHC was admittedly excited about the idea for this beatdown. It came much earlier than the usual 10pm the night before, and YHC even hyped it two days early hoping to stir some interest. However, with crickets on the GroupMe and excuses flying like flatulence at the Lion’s Den, it …
Non expanding recreational foam (NERF). Sounds harmless. Sounds goofy. Sounds, dare I say , fun. But what if YHC told you an individual spent major portions of their life playing with the aforementioned materials and never once asked what it stood for. Now before you go and title my biography …
It’s been a minute since YHC has gone full “get off my lawn” but nothing brings out the rose colored glasses quite like a good Americanized holiday so just hear me out. (If you can imagine me in a rocking chair with a pipe, jorts, mason jar, and a sleeveless …
YHC had some unfinished business. IPC seemed like a distant memory, but with Halloween approaching, it seemed a fitting time to revisit the ghosts of beatdowns past. After going pro, Michael Jordan returned to UNC to get his bachelor’s degree. After Empire Strikes Back, Luke Skywalker returned to finish his …
YHC had a Jones. A Basketball Jones. But today, I would not need someone to set a pick for me at the free-throw line of life, nor someone I can pass to. No, I would not even need someone to hit the open man on the give-and-go (and not end …
YHC hopped out of the truck on this dark and refreshingly chilly morning, the Q adrenalin pumping through my body as YHC got ready to unleash the teenage beatdown. “No more fun and games,” YHC thought. “I’m going to give them a real beatdown.” The morning started well, YHC …
Late in the pre-Tuesday Tuff evening, YHC sat amongst the leather bound books and rich mahogany (half drank capri suns and diapers) of his study (kids desk) putting the finishing touches on tommorows beatdown. Expecting an intimate crowd with the fall break absences YHC had planned for 45 minutes of …
