pinnacle of my athletic career

Dear Readers,

Last weekend, I had my greatest performance ever as an athlete. And while it would have been awesome if it was at a bike race, it was not. It was at my parent's house, after drinking beer and eating crabs. It was a family battle royale of a game some call bean bag toss, but in this area is lovingly referred to as corn-hole.

 

My apologies for the country music in the video. It is my personal belief that country music is single handily the reason for the decline of western civilization.

But I digress,

The teams were pretty simple, my father and I, versus my two brothers. Let me say historically, I suck at yard games. I am usually the last picked, and pretty much everyone in my family knows that I'm God awful at these events. It's a burden I have to bear. The rest of my family are all stellar at yard games. The gene skipped me.  Sad, but true.

This day was different. Well, not at first. At first, the first couple of rounds, I was awful as usual. But then,  it happened. Three out of four in the hole. My brother Bryan, an incredible smack talker, gave me some jab, that I tried to ignore, but laughed at because it was awesome. Then I threw again, and two more went in the hole Then, then I knew I was in the zone. I couldn't miss. I was pretty sure that this lucky run would end, but it didn't. My father and I smoked my two brothers.... It was rad.

Let me say this, my brother Bryan, he talks shit better than anyone I know. He was giving it to me pretty good, and I dared not say anything, just smile, laugh, and drink. I wasn't fast enough mentally to keep up with his game, so I drank, and threw bean bags and for the most part, they kept going in the hole.

I was in the zone. My father, my teammate howled with laughter as I made shot after shot. We were all shaking our heads in disbelief. Perhaps a crowning achievement. If you told me that's how'd I play, I'd have told you that you were crazy.  And yes Al Michaels I do believe in miracles! 




That's it, the best of my best.

The next day as Nick and I rode towards Elk Neck, I suffered out of my brains, and my sweat smelled of beer. It was one of my worst days on the bike. I struggled., but the memory of being in the zone kept me pedaling. Nick smiled and let me hang on his wheel despite me begging to be left to die. That Nick is a good kid. I finished the ride and vowed to never drink again.... well, at least not until the next corn-hole game.

best to you all.

respect
Vanderbacon