PAX: Goose, Bam Bam, Duke, Maneater, Jackknife, Gordon, Mom Jeans, Lil’ Cuz, Pikachu, Barney Fife, Yogi Berra, Enron, Yankee Joe, Teravanilli, White Meat, Fence Post
AO: The Peltch
By: Goose
“Cotterday…In the Park…I think it was the 12th of July.
People stretching, people laughing, a man with a knee brace…walking to the Dome…”
When YHC woke up this morning, expectations were low. It’s been slim pickins this summer, and only Maneater had HC’d the night before, so YHC was preparing the 2.0’s for a small group, maybe only a Dawson/Roy park play-date. Nothing could’ve prepared us for the group that showed.
At first, it was as expected–the Maneater mobile (the smaller version) was patiently waiting alone in the gravel, and we happily joined them. But, before we could even get into a comfortable conversation about early morning bodily functions, the flood gates began to open. First, White Meat came roaring/drifting in just ahead of Enron. Two long-lost brethren, in the same morning! Could it get any better? Yes. Yes, it could.
Before YHC could even release these two from a manly embrace, three or four other vehicles pull in: First, Teravanilli reveals some fresh headgear, deeply appreciated by YHC, then YJ trots over trailed by the best dressed PAX I’ve ever seen: Lil’ Papi put us all to shame, head to toe in black with white trim, F3 logo blazing from a puffed out chest. I started to wonder if I could handle the Q with that much style and confidence staring at me from across the circle.
It was then that Gordon pulled in. No joke, it was Gordon. Seriously. The man came to work out. After 17 years of saying he’s almost ready to come back, one of the three original Thibodaux PAX finally made his return. YHC’s mind was blown. I wasn’t even supposed to be here, much less Q-ing, and we weren’t even done yet! We still had three minutes before warmup, and cars were still pulling in! Up struts Lil’ Cuz, the infamous DJ who drops a historic F3 album and then disappears into some kind of artist’s cave for months. But that wasn’t even the best part–right behind him was Barney Fife, the Zoom master who’s only ever see on screen; the guy who claims to be just a simple cop from Enron’s neck of the woods, but lays down the deep wisdom every week of Exodus 90 while either campfire flames or police lights reflect in his glasses. And, he’s got his 2.0 with him, so we’ve got an FNG! Mom Jeans and Fence Post were the icing on the cake–a guy whose joy is contagious, but only comes when you least expect him, and a dad who takes a break from rebuilding his house and building fences all day to get a l