The past couple of Sundays that I've been up there, the infield has been commandeered by highschool boys playing tackle football. Anyone else run into these guys? They seem nice, but I'm still waiting to get a football in the head while taking a turn, completely shattering my glasses and my dreams. So, two weekends ago one of these guys goes to aforesaid Drop Zone, and after he enters, his compatriots surrounded it and started pelting it with sporting equipment. And when all their balls deflected outside the circumference of their circle of doom they start punching and kicking the Drop Zone. The guy inside took it like a good natured ribbing, and he had to, he was outnumbered. It was like Waterboy meets Lord of the Flies--silly and stupid but sinister.

Fred, I don't know if I'm going for sure, I want to, but I got a thing. I probably won't know until Saturday morning. If I know earlier, I'll get in touch and we could caravan, and I could at least take some gear in my car.