The Lloyds

There in a new game in town and it goes by the name of "Shoot the Shooter". Sounds pretty cool huh? Almost as cool as Zack Morris some might say. Those who say that are wrong. It is more cool than Zack, it is as cool as Ferris Beuller. That is pretty dang cool.

Now I've got you hooked. You're wondering, "How is this game played? Can I be a part of this? Are the rules as hard to remember as the rules to Scattergories? How did mere man come up with such an amazing creation? Is Ferris Beuller really cooler than Zack Morris?"

I've got answers to all of the above questions, well, almost. Just sit tight and allow the answers to come.

First I'll start out by telling you that I'm really not sure if Ferris Beuller is actually more cool than Zack Morris, this is pure speculation. Now for the game of all games.

So it goes like this, you go to some important function where someone is being paid hard earned cash money to capture memories and moments which are most important and for a bonus said person should be performing this capturing in an artistic manner. For the intent of this passage said person will from now on be referred to as "the shooter". You're at this function and everything seems perfect, the food is good, the weather is good, the ladies are smokin', and it's all being captured on film.....or is it. I'm pretty sure that I have never seen the shooters taking long-armed pics of themselves which is kinda a travesty because they are a part of the memory as well and my heart of hearts feels as if they should be included.

So now for your part in the game. Anytime you are at a function and a shooter is walking around neglecting themselves by being self-omitted from the photos you need, nay, are obligated to snap a quick photo of them.

I have attached a few photos of my most recent attempt to include these selfless hunters of moments in our lives. These pics happen to be our friends Justin "I love my monopod" Drummond and Cassidy "I wear the pants when it comes to picture taking" Drummond of Cassidy Dawn Photography. You're welcome.

Action shot. Oh yeah, I'm that good.

Another action shot. Justin was mostly sitting around and eating cake the whole time. Either that or I hid behind a pole for like 30 minutes waiting for him to stop working so I could get a picture of him not working. Your guess is probably almost as good as mine in this case.

This is shortly after he took advantage of the country location by peeing behind a tree. I miss living in the country.

Justin is showing the boss the before and after pics of the tree he just urinated on.

Sizing up that cake which was created by some woman who ate a watermelon whole. Oh, yeah, and she works at the Cake Kitchen.

I'm pretty sure that she is under the impression that I'll stop harassing her if I can't see her. Well, too bad that I eat carrots and have excellent eyesight.

Mr. Rico Suave posing with his beloved monopod.

Chivalry isn't dead folks. The boss told the bearded one to use his super powers to shield her while she ate some cake and he definitely did. I always thought that invisibility or the ability to fly would be a cool superpower but Justin's ability to act as if he is surfing on solid ground is pretty awesome. Just not my cup of tea.

I now pass the torch to you. You MUST go and shoot the shooter.

Adeline is on my side. Who could argue with this face?

After 16 hours, 900 miles, one stop at Moe's, and about 5 Red Bulls we finally arrived at our destination, the Horse and Hound Inn.

A couple of hours later the rest of the team arrived in a second van. Basically our van possessed too much coolness (and probably stinch) for most of them to step foot in it even though we did make an exception for "Pistol" Pete Morelli.

After one great night's sleep we set forth on a second journey that is not likely to soon be repeated(by me, or will it???). Our 12 person team would soon embark on a 200 mile footrace through the mountains of New Hampshire toward our destination of Hampton Beach.

Our team was pretty excited to get going and here we are at the base of the mountain. We tried to look as clueless as conceivable so that team New Balance Boston wouldn't know who to look out for.

The first runner was Emily "Faster than you" Lynch. She was lucky enough to get to run her first 7 miles uphill and in a downpour. At this point our team was really thinking that this contest might not have been too well thought out. After she finished her leg in about 50 minutes all the guys knew that we needed to find some way around the rules so Emily could run at least half of our legs too.

Basically this running business (bad idea) went on and on like this for the next 27 or so hours. Here are a few pics that were captured during the daytime hours to chronicle the journey.

This is an artistic rendering of probably the greatest driver since Ricky Bobby.....Brian "Teddy Bear" Lynch. As you can see Brian is stuck to the seat behind the drawing unable to move after 27 consecutive hours in the driver's seat with no sleep. Did I mention that one of the tricky parts of this race was actually dodging the drivers of the opposing teams?

This is pretty much what New Hampshire looks like in case you are curious. Kinda nice.

Here I am at the end of my final leg of the race. If this picture was taken about 30 seconds earlier you would have seen a 50 year old woman right beside me. Psshhhhtttt, she ain't nothin though. I showed her who could sprint it out for the camera.

And finally, Hampton beach. We ran all that way for this piece of garbage of a beach. It wasn't even warm.

Thumbs up for food and open air. Seven sweaty people in a van gets a little old after about 3 hours. It gets good at about 10 hours. Then it gets old again after 10 1/2 hours. Then............

Here is "Big" Pete Hanby showing what we won. I believe he was named Peenchy. He wasn't real happy about sitting on this platter.

Our team finished in 88th place overall and 19th in our division. It only took us 27hr 10min to run the 206.7 miles.

Here is preview of what is to come later in the week...

I invented a new game, shoot the shooter. I'll explain later.

This is what Adeline's face looked like when I told her how old you were going to be.....

I think that could be termed dumbfounded or just in shock.

Anyway, the little lady insisted on a post to thank you for being a great babysitter and godmother thus far. So....spanks. Keep up the good work. I just beg that you don't allow her to lick her butt like you allow the Bay-dog.