Afterglow 2008 - Day 4 Tuesday

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Dale was the captain of Stacy's team, and they couldn't have had a better leader. There aren't many people at Afterglow (except myself) that are a bigger grown-up kid than Dale. I would have done it, but I'm too drunk and lazy to be allowed around other people's kids. It's a safety and ethical concern from their parents.

Most of us think that we are too old to participate in the obstacle course, but it couldn't be further from the truth. The OC welcomes people of all ages, but is really built for people like Faith's age. Every now and then you'll see big kids playing, but only little kids will fall for Gail's twists, like making everyone wear life jackets. 

We really didn't have to stay, but we knew that the Indian Casino would be waiting for us to get there so that it could take our money. It's like a prowler waiting outside the store to grab your cash and purchased goods. But the Moms loved that we acted like we cared in supporting our younger cousins. That earned us some points.

These 5 kids are the baddest Mo'fos to ever pound the pavement at Afterglow. Their badass-ery is so bad, it probably is the baddest in all of Phelps. I'd maybe even stretch it out to Vilas County, but I can't back that claim up because Vilas County has 1,018 square miles that I have yet to traverse to substantiate that claim. But I challenge you to find 5 other people who frequent Afterglow that cause as many problems that we do. We piss off the Sheriffs by lighting off fireworks, we rage it too hard at the campfire, we ghostride bikes, we overload the highdive, we bring rocks into the beach area, we don't obey posted signs and we don't read the Red Book thoroughly. No one else can say that they are that badass. We were about to take our attitudes up to the Lac Vieux Desert Casino, but we stopped to glare at the obstacle course area.

Some obstacles in the course are old time staples (like the sponge pass and the tires) but some are newer, like this intertwined stick game. You have to untangle yourselves without letting go of the sticks, and comical hilarity ensues. It's not as funny as the 4-person skis, but it's close. The parents seem to love it, but I don't get it.