3 Godsplash 2.0 (page 5)
1...2...3...everyone act goofy! That seemed to be the case in these two photos. He's my question though, look at the two photos and what do you see? Not Waldo, I can assure you that. No, you see James and Mike looking silly in the left picture, and James and Eamon looking silly in the right picture. But what is the same in both pictures? I actually have a normal expression on my face, which is I guess, silly. In serious pictures I'm always the goofy looking one, so I guess I am the opposite in normal looking pictures. Hey... whatever works.
Look at the first picture. Jake can't look at it because his eyes are closed. Paul can look at it, but he has to look at it from the far East, if you catch my drift. Jake is a friend of mine, so I gave him another shot. He was able to pull it together and actually look respectable for once (just kidding.) By that time though, Paul was almost out of there.
James is preparing for the final run, in which he set down a chair pad to cushion his fall. He figured it would help soften the blow after jumping 4 feet in the air and landing on your stomach. Time could only tell if he was right...
Well, the landing was a bit softer, but the result was not. Once he hit the pad, he went nowhere. He stopped dead in the water. Trust me, it wasn't pretty, but you can't blame the guy for trying.
Mike Bates strikes a Batman pose that strikes terror in the hearts of all the no good criminals of Gotham City. Or Wauwatosa. Doesn't really matter where, all that matters is the fact that he strikes fear. That's the most important thing that one can do.
The backyard is left in utter ruin as another episode of Godsplash comes to a close. I'm so surprised that my Mom lets us come over and do this to her lawn. It takes a kind-hearted soul to allow rambunctious stuff like this to go on for three years now.
And so I stand at dusk, along with the damage that I have done. Anything that happens on the Godsplash field I claim responsibility for, because after all it was mine (and Tim's) warped minds that brought this into the world. Broken bones, bruised muscles, concussions, damaged cameras; it was all my fault. There - I said it. Now do what you must to be, but if you harm me let it be known that there will never be any more Godsplash. But since we're moving, they'll be no Godsplash anyway, so go ahead and take your anger out on me. Sounds like a bit of fun.