L's annual food and athletic events

It was quite a day, Saturday.
Between great food and laughing until our faces hurt, we managed to participate in sporting events.
And no run of the mill sporting events would do.
You may recall our exploits last year...

He may have outdone himself this year, my brother, and he is still recovering.
While the food was superb, I think the laughing to the point of pain and the athletic events coupled to exhaust us.

Don't get me wrong -



There was plenty of eating.

Hysterical stories:



(I know this doesn't LOOK too funny, but, the punchline was: the next day my mom had a stroke. Okay: which doesn't sound funny either, but believe me, it was. The point is: don't sign your business emails with 'hope all is well' or you just may find out.)



Doesn't it look my tiny nephew has a homemade bazooka and a beer?
You are half right.



Doesn't skateboarding with a pina coloda sound like a recipe for the emergency room?
HA!
He escaped unscathed.

But there was ball throwing to be done.



Not this ball.
Nosireee, this ball would be too easy to throw.

We use a bowling ball.
We have a line judge -



We were very serious about stance and grip...









The release is a definitive moment -







And the opinion of the judge may be disputed.



Beverages are barely set down long enough to make a call.



K retains his title.
We went home exhausted and very full of good food.
And where was sweet Middle during all of this?



Getting sunburned at an all day outdoor music festival with his girl.
His parting gift from the concert organizers: a case of deodorant.

How lucky ARE WE?