Like the man on the subway in Kids
with no legs, I keep seeing the 303 rolling around in Big Thompson canyon chanting that they have "no balls." Every time I see them putting in below big drop #3, I hear the little saying in my head, except "legs" is replaced with "balls." "I have no balls," in that sing song voice. "We have no balls. We have no balls." Team Lyons, this means you too.
I mean seriously, is *ANY* one else besides Lotsa, JJ and I going to step it up and even run a wee part of the Sluff Section. Even Joe "I might be losing my title as Mank Crew leader" Keck has been spotted in the canyon, not one, but two days in a row putting in below the real deal. This is a travesty. One of the best roadside class V runs in the region is running, on of all days Halloween, and nobody has the nuts (these are the proverbial nuts of course, this is aimed at the ladies too, especially CU KC and her friends) to even step up and run the inbetween stuff. Lotsastraight off the couch ran the Disposal yesterday and stomped it, while a bunch of pansies were getting their panties in a bunch about trying to catch one of the *numerous* eddies above the 100 yards of class IV in the entire rest of the canyon. Even with my Nascar Chimo mustache I stomped the Garbage D this morning and then, as we pass through #3, I see the 303 pulling over and I hear their chant in the wind. "We have no balls. We have no balls. We have no balls. We have no balls."
Poudre Puff Puff Pass represent. Nuff said.