And hey, I haven’t slept so it’s still like Monday, right?
The scores after the last round:
Wayne Doenges 131
Al Skierkiewicz 49
Kevin Leonard 24
Jim Wilks 24
Hitchhiker 42 23
Jacob Bendicksen 6
Bob Potts 4
Nick Lawrence 2
Thayer McCollum 2
The rules, for the newbies.
And the picture:
As always, the deadline is nominally Sunday at midnight, Eastern.
Fingers look a lot like corndogs to a hungry drive coach, as at least a couple folks are about to find out.
The Drive Captain, shown here, is about to show some Gracious Professionalism to his Pit Captain who broke the news that they forgot to change out the battery.
Here we see a wild Kevin Leonard in his natural habitat HYPEing his drive team for the next match.
Man that guy looks hyped. I think I am going to quickly rocket out of heer.
The Portcullis smashed my finger!
Mama did warn him that if he kept making faces one would stick…
I DON’T CARE IF BEVERAGES AREN’T ALLOWED IN THE PITS -
I TOLD YOU TO GET ME MY COFFEE!!!
To make it to the field in New York, you have to dodge karate chops by the crowd.
Calm down, this is no time to lose focus.
No, he’s not angry. This is his happy face.
You won’t like him when he’s angry.
“Number 1 recommended by dentists.”
“Don’t you ever say that about my mom again! She would never waist the masterball on something as trivial as Moltres!”
“SEE MOM, NO CAVITIES!!!”
not again…walks over to pit…JARED! BATTERIES ARE NOT FOOD!!!
After 17 straight loops of “Cotton Eye Joe”, the wild “robotics student” is prone to maniacal rampages.
Game Face! Game face??? How’s this for your stinking game face!?!?!?!?