Croquet along the Potomac in Old Town Alexandria, VA. Maybe one day we'll actually get our rules written up, but until that day it won't stop us from arguing about them!

Tuesday, February 5, 2008

A Champion Humbled, a Son Sacrificed

The game started off unusual, as Roarke made it through both wickets on his 1st swing. Justin showed up late, forgoing social graces for a hot home cooked meal. Fueled by said meal, Justin blasted past his early competition and found himself poised for turning by round two. Mike Lynch missed opportunity after opportunity to overtake Justin, who finally aided by Christi, turned with gusto to make poison 1st with several rounds to spare. Meanwhile the now flabby & gluttonous champion Chris B struggled to force his ball through the 2nd wicket. Frustrated and desperate, he tried to cheat by playing a ball two times in a row, then feigned a misunderstanding of the rules. Roarke promptly called him out on the shady procedure and the game continued. A few rounds later Mike Hill made poison and came charging forward. Worried by the threat of poisons, the non-poisons came together in a dashing display of brutality. Justin's Ball became the center of a poison-bashing gang bang. It was used to make several kills and through the process got pimped around the entire course, all within one single round. The ensuing duress was so intense that the Justin's ball lost all its will to live. Having fallen further then it could handle, the poor thing did the only noble act it could and cleanly committed suicide, touching neither ball nor wicket post as it left the field.

Meanwhile Mike Lynch snuck himself past the herd and achieved poison. Chris B, still struggling with the 4th wicket, turned his angst on Dave, who'd been lured in with talk of teamwork. Chris brutally killed Dave against Mike Hill's poisoned ball, then shortly after hammered Mike Hill to death as well. Mike Lynch, having already slain his son, struck down Christi, then went after Chris B. Again, Chris made effort to bend the rules in his favor, arguing ball placement in futile hopes of salvation. Even if successful, such efforts would not have helped. This wasn't Chris's game. Several turns later, Mike Lynch struck him down for the win before Chris could even turn the course.

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