PAX: Mike C (Brutus), Cookie, Walkie Talkie, Pass Interference, Townie
A Friday Morning Not Quite Cooler Than a Polar Bear’s Toenails
A swift mosey to the dam for some star-gazing at the crescent moon rising up over the lake. 5 PAX crushed some SSHs, Weed-Pickers, & Imperial Walkers to loosen up followed by a nice jog back to the AO and up to the top parking lot.
Seeing as how this was a Friday leading up to the biggest weekend in Georgia sports recent memory, we decided to keep a ’95-’96 Atlanta theme to the workout.
While somewhat quietly blasting 1996’s “ATLiens” by Outkast to commemorate the ’95 Braves World Series run, we ran through everyone’s favorite F3 Deck of Death. Aces worth 95.
Many prayers and good wishes were sent up asking the sports gods to shine down upon our city again. I believe there were Anniversaries mentioned and even a prayer for Nick Saban to beat the Covids…but not get back on the sideline.
The Windjammer flag did not survive the Wind of Death coming in from the lake and suffered a valiant crash to the pavement. All PAX paid the penalty of 5 burpees.