Ghost Flag Recap

 

This is a first person steam of consciousness account of the Ghost Flag heist this morning at the “O” written from the perspective of KV

Alarm goes off at 4:45 this morning …. no need to hit the snooze today …. I’m pumped …. time to go retrieve the ghost flag for the Mutt.

Bumble Bee, Old Bay, Busch, Quimby and I head out toward our old stomping ground with smiles on our faces. I feel a little trepidation as we start our mosey – like knowing you are going to see your ex girl friend. Thoughts race through your mind like “how is she doing without me? I hope she’s miserable …. I hope she misses me …. wait, that’s childish I hope she is doing well.” And then of course the vanity questions come “I wonder what she looks like now …. is she in better shape then me …. are her workouts less effective when I am not the Q?” And then you start thinking about your replacement. “I wonder if their new headlocks are as cool as we were ….no way, you can’t replacement guys like old bay, country boy, zartan, ZOOLANDER and quimby”

I am suddenly snapped back to reality by old bay raising his voice and telling me to stop F-ing around and pick up my cadence.

As we hit the edge of Seneca, we start thinking about our plan, or lack of plan …. we have all heard the mumblechatter about an ambush or a double cross by either the “O” or the poshlands or both. Whatever…. we are here now, let’s do this.

As we are running toward the tennis courts we see the Seneca PAX approaching on foot. They are surprisingly stoic. I make eye contact with CI … he smirks and looks away. I know something is up. We get to the American flag and no ghost flag in sight. Those A-holes hid the flag …. shit. It’s dark as night out here … wait what’s that? What the hell? It’s by the fence over there …. wait, it’s tied to the fence …. what does that note say?

 

the flag is bound to the fence with twine … note says “look up nerds” …. scissors tied to a string at the top of the fence.

Old bay jumps on the fence and rips the scissors down. Hands them to me …. what the hell …. there is Vaseline all over the shovel handle … it smells like … Vicks vapor rub …. icy hot … A-holes!!!! I Begin cutting with the scissors and I might as well have a butter knife. Old Bay rages and starts ripping the shovel off the fence …. halfway success and with some additional scissor sawing the flag breaks free. VICTORY!!!!

High fives all around and let’s head back to the MUTT to celebrate. We start running and the PAX from the O are no where to be found. Now our minds start working overtime. Where are they? Are they about to ambush us? Holy shit …. CI is making them all run to the Mutt to reclaim the flag …. that would be a total bad ass move. What can we do to counter? Shit. Let’s keep moving … if CI pulls the counter run off, more power to him …. he wins.

As we continue running we see Seneca pax approaching us once again on the track … they are dead men walking …. no chance that crew is making to the Mutt on foot. We March on triumphantly and make our way 2.5 miles back to the Mutt.

We arrive to find ZOOLANDER putting the smack down on the PAX. Holy crap …. there are a lot of guys here. I don’t recognize a lot of them …. shit …. what is star child doing here …. damn you poshlands.

Am I pissed that SC and the poshlands crew showed up to steal the flag from us …. for a minute, yes. But then I think about the big picture. Isn’t the whole point of this to build fellowship and get better …. yes …. and that happened in spades this morning.

The boys from the Mutt got together and planned a run to claim the flag, the boys from the “O” played a hilarious prank to add some fun to the heist, and the boys from the poshlands plotted to take the ghost flag from and “unsuspecting” AO at the Mutt. Fun was had by all parties, we all built some fellowship and got better.

Somebody tell me the rules for running to the poshlands …. I’m coming to get my flag back – KV.