Gold Friday - Highropes

Hang low my fellow brothers for this is a sad day. Where the banners of men came crashing down and the trumpet's call lasts long into the night. A restless day of shadows and fear.

For today, an infamous day, shall be remembered as the day of lost glory, of anguished bereavement and soulless crime. A hero's day, not raised high by the building blocks of skill and daring, but a day for hero's sorrow.

It is a thus I turn to you; You fine people; you band of brothers. Let the call ring out "unite!"; Unite against the evil of the night. And one day, one blissful day, we gentle few may live a life of winning, without fear from the girls!

( Response from the boys who apparently lost the crate building contest!)