We are all starting to get into our pre-game. Rounds of courage are ordered and quickly consumed. There is a gathering at the Flop House, the Temple of Zoom, The Pre-Hit Hit Hut, The Head Shed, the Ganjzebo, the Clown Canopy, or as I referred to it – The Athletes Tent. It’s a good Old Time Revival as we check our heads. It’s confirmed that sanity has left the premises…
I’m sitting in a corner of the Green Room trying to inflate a few pool toys inconspicuously when I hear Brasi behind me giving the welcome. Before I know it Brasi has done his exhibition flop! Crap, I missed it! And I’m supposed to do something… What the hell am I supposed to do? Eventually I remember that I’m supposed to thank the… wait, what am I supposed to say? I go up and spit something out vaguely similar in a halting WTF did he just say sort of way. Then I try to introduce MuzikDoc as the first official flopper drawn at random. Only his card says “2”… I’m thinking, “Oh, this is going to go well…” when MuzikDoc gets pulled from the flop line at the last moment.
The judges need to get their scoring system straightened out. The crowd gets anxious and boisterous and Marley has to shoosh them. “This is complicated!” She informs the rowdy crowd. I don’t think they cared… I’m trying to shuffle off my cartloads of flop gear to the prep room without too many people noticing. Returning to the Hack Shack I see Ninja in some sort of martial art focus routine… funny, though, it looked a little like the Three Stooges Curly face wipe with a Red Stripe hat on… How does that work, dude? Cause it clearly works…
