Combine-Spike MegaBowl!!!
2/10/23 – F3 Omaha Golden Spike – Burke Stadium – 18 degrees, 7 degree windchill
KillSwitch greeted the pax at 5:30 and did the following:
Mission Statement
5 Core Principles
Disclaimer
FNG Checked, but none were in attendance. Second time Golden Spiker and FNG from the week prior, Kool-Aid joined us again today!
33 pax in attendance: Scoober, Chiclets, Tom-Tom, Tugboat, Lansbury, Tin Cup, Cataracts, Pantyhose, The Plague, Slow Pitch, Wait Time, Barbershop, Cadbury, Superfly, Golden Pike, Doppler, Vandelay, Z-Bo, TC, Romeo, Black Flag, Flowers, Folsom, Ozark, Skipper, Motorboat, Beaver, Wentworth, Kool-Aid, Jenny Bravo, Truly, Oompa, KillSwitch
Warm-a-Rama – Kill Switch
1 SSH in cadence at the upper parking lot
Combine Thang – Kill Switch
10-15 minute thang in the parking lot
Line up on one end – do the exercise, run across lot, do other exercise, pyramid up
Al Gore to the 6
1st end
- 5 Jump Tucks
- 10 merkins
- 15 monkey humpers
- 20 overhead claps
2nd end
- 5 burpees
- 10 oh yeahs
- 15 big boy situps
- 20 seal claps
Golden Spike Thang – Oompa
- Almost Famous Football
- All PAX line up on the 50 yard line/line of scrimmage
- Second-to-last PAX is QB, last is WR
- All Pax start mountain climbers
- QB yells cadence
- On “HUT” or “HIKE”
- WR sprints out 10 yards, cuts and looks for the ball
- All PAX stand up and stutter-step/raise the roof
- Complete Pass=Cheer, Drop=burpee
- As soon as the play is over, PAX resume Mtn Climbers
- Reset/Repeat:
- WR goes to the other end of the line
- QB becomes WR
- All PAX line up on the 50 yard line/line of scrimmage
- Long Toss
- Line up on the 40 YR
- 1 pax member (leader) calls out an exercise and throws the ball to the other side of the playing field
- Wherever the ball lands (rounded UP to the nearest 5 yard line *endzone is 0!!!) is how many of the exercise the PAX have to do
- PAX run to where the ball landed and do the exercises with the leader counting
- Leader picks the next thrower and PAX reset on the opposite 40 yard line
Oompa called OMAHA at 6:10ish
Mary
33 Rancid-style American Hammers IC
TAPS/Announcements
Gradoville scholarship fundraiser on 2/16, Upcoming prerun challenge, 2nd F happy hour at Jukes today.
Prayers for the pax members who are in sad clown mode and other more specific requests
COT
(read by Oompa, tongue-in-cheek manner)
February is the worst month of the year but it’s an honest month. It’s a month that doesn’t hold up life any better than it really is. I mean look around. The buildings downtown on a February day, they look like they don’t even have any lights in them during the middle of a workday and, uh, know something great happened here but it’s over with and that’s the way February is. You can see it in the way people walk and how they look. Let’s go just check out February:
A scene in a parking garage lobby says it all: An umbrella with a spring-like a floral pattern on it, but somebody, on this February day, has abandoned it to the trash can like some desperate flinging off of something that’s not true anymore. The expedition is getting desperate. People are throwing things aside.
Look around downtown on a February workday. This looks like a place where people who are being punished are sent. If you’ll notice the way people across the street in February, it’s different than in the summer. Nobody’s tap dancing or breaking into a Rogers and Hammerstein song. It’s their lunch hour and they’re just barely able to get across the street and hunker over a bowl of chili.
Carbohydrates are big this time of year, also lotions because everybody is itchy and tired and irritable.
Even the land is tired in February. Most of the Birds who can afford it have gone to Florida and the trees that once cheered us, they’re hard to look at this month. It’s as if there is some awful truth out there in the trees. It’s hiding in the branches. Look at them! Something that’s been bothering you for a long time is out there. What is it!? You can almost see the shape of it, when all the color is gone, and life is stripped down to the starkness of February.
To try to hide the bleakness of February man invented Valentine’s Day and also Mardi Gras, but then February answered back with another holiday, Ash Wednesday. What other month could host a holiday that’s designed to remind us that we’re all gonna die? That’s February for you. It’s bleak, it’s honest, and it just tells you the way it really is. My father used to have a saying that “if you can live through February you’ll live another year”
So, my brothers of F3 Omaha, enjoy your weekend and the Super Bowl on Sunday but just remember that after that, we have 16 days of February left, in which the best we can do is simply try not to die.
Aye!